Like all heroes ending in failure, the scarred Knight Vino did not receive a proper welcome upon his return.
He stood among the crowd, surrounded by faces filled with vitality, longing, and expectations, who disembarked with their luggage, arriving at the human home of their dreams.
The weary Knight Vino seemed out of place among them.
Tightening the burlap hood against the chilling wind and snow that made the crowd shiver, Knight Vino walked across the frost-hardened pier, heading out of the harbor.
Suspicious figures lingering not far away noticed him and quietly left.
The knight, who had lost his companions and armor, wandered down the street like a walking corpse, ignoring everything around him.
Prosperity was only maintained near the harbor when ships docked. On the snow-covered streets, there were few pedestrians, only merchants who would eagerly approach to sell their goods when they saw crowds disembarking.
