The weather never had a lot of mercy to spare when it came to Eisleyn. When the winter wasn't freezing it's inhabitants to dangerous temperatures, the rest of the seasons never allowed the people to forget where they stood in regards to geographical location. Such was the case of today, where despite the spring season being only a couple weeks away, the freezing air kept sweeping the town of Lamiden like it was still the longest night. At the very least, most people were accustomed to the weather, with houses even made specifically to try and counter the merciless coldness.
And it was in the wee hours of the morning when Higini ciuld appreciate such a foresight, as he sat at the table in his dining room, a warm chocolate and biscuits at hand. The forge today was closed, meaning a free day for him, but his parents weren't spared of their responsibilities, leaving the young man's home all for himself. For a brief moment, he felt that nothing could break this moment of peace, as he prepares himself to take the first sip of his cup.
But then, a rather loud knock was heard from the main entrance, interrupting him. He was rather confused, not sure who could be this early, maybe they had mail? Putting the cup at the table, the man stood up, and slowly walked towards the door, letting a small yawn escape on the way. Unlocking the door, he opened the door cautiously, his lips about to utter a greeting, until his eyes focused on what stood in front of him
It was a woman, but definitely not a stranger. Her outfit consisted of what appeared to be pants and a shirt of thin cloth, which were common for sleepwear, as well as pieces of leather armor that appeared to be hastily equipped, and even holding a sword on one hand. But the biggest feature was the state of her outfit, and herself; she was battered. Heavily. Wounds in various part of her body, cuts and slashes all around her outfit, and a lot of blood covering her. She wasn't even standing straight, as she appeared to have a limping leg, and her head was hung.
And when she moved it to stare at him... Half her face was outright bloodied, her hair arranged in such a way that covered her right eye. And when his eyes set on the one she had left, she uttered something in a very soft, yet broken voice. It was a plea, one he never expected to hear in such a way in his lifetime.
"Higini... Help me..."
And thus, the woman, his best friend, fell to the ground.
A loud gasp was heard when he finally woke up, the visage of his dream still very fresh in his mind. His hand went to touch his face, confirming what just happened. Yes, it was all a dream, but not quite. 'Memory' was more accurate. Even if it wasn't relatively long ago, sometimes it felt that way, as the image of Kassandra falling to the floor of his home, barely breathing, felt rather distant. A defense mechanism, perhaps? He wasn't used to seeing her so... Vulnerable.
Trying to regain his focus and avoid the, rather uncomfortable memory, Higini rubbed both eyes to wipe away the drowsiness that remained. The place he was... it was unfamiliar to him, and his mind was still rather hazy to piece things together. He remembered treading the Badlands with two other people, encountering a lady, being ambushed by a monster, and then...
"Uuugh..." He muttered, as he tried to stand up, his body wobbling a bit. There were a lot of put-together beds around, many looking like they were already deserted. Was he the last one to wake up? A voice nearby confirmed as much. When he turned, he noticed the image of a man addressing something in front of him, the position making it unclear who he was talking to. As he slowly started waking up, Higini started to move towards the man, hoping to get his bearings quick enough. "Who is... uuhh... Heinrich?" His hushed voice said, pushing the words almost automatically.