Let your journey Begin

Year 542 ED year of the Land Dragon, 17th day of the Month Of Flames, the summer sun shines over the Town Fairmaw.

House Marshders situated on top a hill over looking the town, on a certain room the curtains being drawn open by a tall maid wearing pince-nez glasses. She knelt beside bed to look and spoke "Young M..... its time to wake up" "Ugh" the figure of the person lying on the bed rolled to the side snuggling on the pillow.

"Mou, its already late" She then put her hands to her hips "Today is a special day, you don't want to waste it"Ugh, alright" the figure of the person began to rise.

The tall maid then address the figure "Young M......"