1. Cyrus Greif 2. Human 3. 24 years old. An attractive young man: dark, not very short hair is messily tousled on his head, and his eyes are dark violet. He is 183 cm tall. 4. A simple wooden staff, even a bit rough, slightly thicker at one end. He is wearing a dark red shirt and pants – the material resembles a robe, but the fabric is much denser and as durable as the simplest leather armor. He has high, knee-high boots with lace-up closures. The pants and shirt are much larger than the man himself, so they have been skillfully and beautifully cinched with many straps, making the clothes fit snugly and comfortably. A charcoal-colored glove stands out on his right hand, completely covering his hand and forearm. 5. He maintains neutrality, but a choice will soon be made. 6. Not so long ago, about 20 years ago... Cyrus was a simple four-year-old boy playing with his peers in the meadows near the village, but one day he simply disappeared. He went for a walk and didn't return at the appointed time, by lunchtime... they said that the boy was searched for almost a month, and only after that did his parents give up all hope... and resigned themselves to the loss of their son, as they said at the time, the boy had fallen prey to wild animals, and it would be practically impossible to find even his bones. Two decades later, the village was completely ruined due to raids by bandits serving a creature called the Ghoul-top, who was rumored to be a gnoll. And after two decades, on the very spot where his house once stood, a man appeared, emerging from the forest. Upon closer inspection, his features quickly revealed him to be the grown-up young man. Only his bright blue eyes, like the summer sky, had turned a somber violet. No one knew where the boy had disappeared to, or where he had been all this time. But one thing was clear: he had lost his warm life with his family against his will. Looking at the trampled ground, where remnants of some houses still remained, a spark of anger arose in his dark eyes, turning into a raging flame of fierce rage. - To disappear into the unknown and return to nowhere? Is that what life is? - he whispered, lowering his head and walking away, rubbing his right hand, which was hidden by the glove. And as he moved away from the place that had once been his home, crystal tears ran more and more often from his dark eyes across his pale face. Where the returned one was going, and what he was thinking, remained a mystery, but it too would have to find an answer. And now, on the horizon, a city appeared, once called Irrilot. Who knows, maybe changes have befallen it too.