Ranylle laid helpless on the ground as a group of bandits beat her up. She was just on the point of fainting when she heard someone yell and the bandits stopped beating her. She looked up and another wood elf was fighting the bandits easily. In a moment the bandits were lying on the ground and the person was looking at her.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"I don't know. I think I might have a broken arm." Ranylle said. Then the person picked her up and started walking towards his house, which was right by there.
"I'm Fenthys. I live here, in the forest." Fenthys said.
"I'm Ranylle. I also live here, but it seems I just sleep on the ground every night." Ranylle said.
"That sounds uncomfortable. I don't mind if you stayed in my house." Fenthys said as he laid Ranylle in his guest bed. "This will be your room. I'll go get some bandages." Fenthys said and walked into the bathroom. He came back out with a bundle of bandages and some kind of ointment. Then he carefully lifted Ranylle's arm and put a bandage around it tightly. Then he put a bit of ointment on all the scratches he found. "That should do. Try not to move your arm too much until it feels better." Fenthys said.
"Thank you. I appreciate you giving me a home." Ranylle said. When Fenthys left to the kitchen, Ranylle sat at the edge of her bed and looked around the room. The walls and ground were wooden with many patches in them. The doors were wooden sliding doors. There were hooks and nails on the ceiling which looked like they were once used to hold punching bags. "This must be where his training room was. It looks like he's a fighter." Ranylle thought. Then she tiptoed to the cupboard. She opened it very quietly and saw punching bags, training uniforms, and wooden boards inside. In the back she could see some concrete blocks and dummies as well. "Yep, definitely a fighter. By the looks of it, a monk." she thought. Then she heard footsteps and closed the door again immediately. The door slid open just when she took her fingers off the handle. Fenthys saw her standing by the door innocently and said,
"Looking at my training stuff, are you? Do you also study martial arts?"
"No, I'm a wizard. It looks like this place was your old training room." Ranylle said as Fenthys put a bowl on the side table.
"Yes. One day I decided that I wouldn't do anything with martial arts, but by fighting those bandits you reopened my strength and made me realize that I would use it one day. I couldn't stand seeing those dirty men beat up an innocent girl." Fenthys explained.
"Well, thanks again." Ranylle said and walked back over to her bed. She looked at the cereal sitting on her side table. Being used to living on nuts, river water, fish, and meat, she didn't know what this was. "What is this?" she asked politely.
"Cereal. I'm guessing you have been living in the forest all your life?" Fenthys said.
"Yes. All I can remember is running away from a burnt down house when I was very little." Ranylle said and started eating. "It's delicious!" she said. "I've never tasted anything like this."
"It's just milk, wheat, and frosting." Fenthys said.
"A mix of cheese, dullness, and sugar. It's interesting." Ranylle said.
The next few days they got to know each other better, and Ranylle started getting used to the normal life.