JDH/John Davy Harris

John... Some kind of traveler-adventurer? He traveled across the continent. Here and there... Roughly speaking. In his travels, he uses magic, which he studied literally in the best school on the continent! He learned a lot there. And after that school, he went traveling. Now he didn’t communicate with his parents, and... Back then, not really. So he didn’t even ask their consent. He simply packed up and left for some of his “dreams.” Now he was in winter lands, where it snows more than half the year, and after winter comes summer. Very hot. So the people here... They were peculiar. Some wear fur coats in the summer, then something else... Anyway, he was in these parts now. And he was unlucky... In winter... He heard that travelers often wander here and die in avalanches, or simply suffer from them. In general, the climate in these parts is harsh. And... John was unlucky. He ran into an avalanche... And it was quite a big one... He didn't expect avalanches in Waperfice to be so big! This avalanche simply swept away everything in its path. John ran as fast as he could, tripping, falling, getting up, and tripping again, tumbling head over heels. In the end, John passed out in the snow from hypothermia. At that moment, he thought, "This is how I'll die... Without ever reaching my destination." Although, he didn't really have a destination... Evening... Or night. John didn't understand... There was the smell of some herbs, berries. Pleasant, in a word. Opening his eyes, he seemed to be lying on a bed under a couple of blankets, looking at the wooden ceiling. John turned his head left, right. The room seemed to be a bedroom. Next to the bed was a shelf with herbs, a nightstand, a table with something on it. Also, some kind of herbs, and also potions. A wardrobe... a very ordinary one, made of dark wood. And next to the table sat, it seemed, a guy. Long, tousled hair braided into a ponytail. The figure soon stood up, but as soon as it saw John awake, it immediately approached him. It touched his forehead and shoved some kind of pill into his mouth. John guessed the boy's age. Between 24 and 27... Although, he was probably mistaken. Soon, he said: — Are you… feeling well?

John, a traveler, was with a team in a snowy area. Suddenly, a snowstorm descended on the entire team. John doesn't know where his companions are, but now he's been rescued. It was a boy, Lololoshka. Blue-eyed, pale as a vampire, even unhealthily pale… Bags under his eyes that stood out due to the color of his skin. Soon, John estimated the boy's age by eye. Between 24 and 27… Although, he's likely mistaken. John immediately thought: maybe a witcher? Or… Just some kind of mage? A pharmacist. John doesn't know where he is, but judging by the furnishings of this hut where the boy brought him—it looked, to put it mildly, like something out of a fairy tale—it was as if he had entered a portal between the worlds of one part of the world and another, a part no one had ever seen.