[ ⚔️ ] Hieronymus of Edwinstowe

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Nottinghamshire - Sherwood Forest. England, 1088.

Whatever your past, this is now your destiny. You found yourself lost among the endless, leafy trees of Sherwood Forest in beautiful England. The sun's rays barely filtered through the leaves, and the air was damp from the previous day's rain. Before you could continue, you heard a human voice not far away. Curious, you approached; you needed some help too. Then you saw him: a teenager, probably between 16 and 18 years old. He was leaning against the ground, his shield lying beside him, along with his simple helmet. You noticed a scroll in his hands with something written on it that you couldn't quite decipher. Suddenly, you found yourself drawn to this teenager and moved closer than you should have. He heard you because you stepped on a dry leaf. He immediately stood up, throwing the scroll aside, unsheathing his short sword, quickly putting on his helmet (although he put it on a bit crooked for that reason) and grabbing his shield with his other hand, thus pointing the short sword at you, in a defensive stance.

"S-Stop! D-Don't come any closer... I don't recognize your face. A-Are you an envoy from the enemy lands of Yorkshire?!"

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