Kalsis crouched, eyeing the bandit who stood but five metres from him. An easy shot, he thought. He drew his engraved bow and nocked an arrow. Drawing it to his ear, he mouthed a prayer and released the taunt bowstring.

It hit empty air. He paused. The shot was right on, the target itself moved. Kalsis started. The bandit was lying on the ground beneath the katana of a Hero dressed in bright chainmail. He rolled, and drew another arrow, quickly centering it on the unknown warrior's head.

"State your business," the archer said curtly.

The Hero sheathed his sword. "I don't want a fight."

Kalsis lowered his bow. "Who are you?" he stopped. "You are a human, right?"

"Of course," the helmed young man laughed, "although strange beings have been plaguing the country these dark days."

"I wonder who's caused that?" Kalsis said dryly.

"Aye."

Something came to his mind. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Orion, would it?"

The Hero's eyes narrowed. "And if it were?"

"Kalsis." He stuck his hand out.

Orion clasped it. "To the fall of Heartsbane."

"To the fall of Heartsbane."