Plas City-State, Baker Castle.
So much time had passed, yet much of the damage to Baker Castle's floors and walls remained unrepaired. It still looked as though the smoke from that battle between heroes had yet to clear.
Outside Baker Castle, a large crowd of Plas City-State's residents, minor nobles, and merchants had gathered.
They all stood on tiptoe to see what was happening inside.
The main doors to Baker Castle's hall stood wide open, and several soldiers lay sprawled on the floor, unable to get up.
There even seemed to be bloodstains on the hall's red carpet.
Even Colin Baker, the City Lord himself, lay on the floor clutching the dented breastplate of his armor, looking up at a handsome, manly blond figure ahead of him.
The man had blond hair and blue eyes, clearly defined facial contours, and strikingly sculpted features.
He wore leather armor made from an unknown creature, carried a bow and arrows on his back, and had a short sword at his waist.
He cut a dashing figure.
He was none other than the renowned Aidan the Ranger, Miika Randall.
Clearly, he was responsible for all the people sprawled about Baker Castle.
Several figures dressed as nobles accompanied him.
Not only had Colin Baker been knocked to the ground, but Henry, the sheriff, was also pinned amid the wreckage of tables and chairs, struggling in vain to get up.
Nigel, the Baker Family's newly appointed Grand Knight, stood to one side, not daring to act.
Sir Walker also stood nearby, his face deathly pale, not daring to move rashly.
Bellis, the beautiful wife of the City Lord, supported the fallen Colin Baker, her lovely face drained of color and filled with worry and terror.
"Cough, cough... Lord Randall, why would you do this without even