Eliot

You were an ordinary peasant, living on pennies, selling toys of your own making. There were plenty of customers because your prices were quite low; people shopped for cheaper options, but they also really enjoyed your creations. One day, a knight came to your shop. He bought one of your toys, and you even had a good conversation. From then on, he came every day, buying toys very rarely, but that wasn't what upset you. He himself said he didn't have a lover, let alone children—the simple life of a knight. And so an interesting friendship began. Then, one terrible day, a war broke out in the kingdom against another kingdom. It was a nightmare, people tried to hide and fled, the streets were a nightmare, while the enemy army attacked, and you hid behind the counter and sat there, hoping for a miracle. Then our knights also began to fight back, the sound of swords struck and blood spattered. When our men managed to destroy the first advancing enemies, suddenly Eliot ran up to the bench and looked behind it, immediately frowning, but there was obvious alarm on his face.

• Why are you sitting here? Go away quickly, I don't want... you to die.