There are two people travelling down a well-lit cobble road. One of them has a grimace on his face, coming from the fact that his body is riddled with wounds. He seethed before looking at his companion and speaks roughly.

"You're right, that was not a ceremony at all."

He continues to limp while his companion just nods at him.

Their vision darkens as an unknown force swept through and snuffed out the surrounding street lights. The injured man swallows a lump.

"Must have been the wind... But!"

He unsheathes a rusted dagger and his companion does the same only with his trusted shovel. The injured man scoffs, exasperated at what seems to be the weapon his companion brought.

"What!? Where in god's blessing do you keep getting that?"

Before his companion could respond back, a blurry figure tackles them to the ground. In succession, glowing chains that came from the ground bind the injured man from his neck to his ankle.

"Crabs! Damnit!"

Around them, armored figures step out of their invisible appearance and take formations. His companion manages to fend off the attacker and throws them towards one of the armored figures. The force was enough to send the armored one into the ground but their throw seems to not affect the attacker.

"Imbecile! My grandma reacts better than you."

One of the armored ones, a red haired middle-aged man, points out. He casts his spell and new chains appear around the injured mans companion. It wrapped the same way around him. The one who lunged at them stands back up and dusts their gown dress and clears their throat.

"You know... I hate to repeat myself. There's so much time I could save by not doing that."

Her grating but calm voice makes the injured man chuckle an anxiety attack.

"Baby... Just let me explain!"

She glares at him. "Ahahaha, no no no... This time-"

A spell causes his mouth to disappear.

"-no explanations, mkay?"

She smiles ominously and two armored figures take a hold of two, making them kneel.

"Time to finish this then."

The red haired sighs and brings a flaming sword up then stands just behind the injured man. What's suppose to be screaming is instead muffling coming where the injured mans mouth used to be. His companion can only watch in terror on what is about to happen.

> One moon ago

A door bursts open causing a sudden burst of light to enter a room and daze a person reading a book. A pepped man with his leg posed high stands in the doorframe.

"G-man!"

He bellows comically causing G-Man to smack and shake his head.

The gruff intruder looks back for some reason and waves his hand.

"The door is fine. I'm sure uncle Alain can fix that in a jiffy."

A bald man with a handlebar mustache peeks around a corner to see the commotion and groans at what he sees.

He speaks in a shrill pitch.

"I doubt you know the price of hinges nowadays."

"I thought you were a blacksmith."

"A weaponsmith you rooster-brained kingfucker."

He retreats back to his study space and lastly says.

"Even if I did know how, then... Guess what he'll do, son."

Alain hears the air whish like someone kicked it, causing him to giggle.

"That's right!"

"Hey! I know how to properly open them!"

The mans voice cracks causing laughter to erupt from Alain, Alain then mocks in a sing-songy tone.

"I didn't say anything about opening anything!"

Rooster-brained kingfucker abashedly takes G-man outside. Alain peeks back and cautions them.

"Noyer, Grey! Don't get in any damn trouble."

"No promises!"

"I'm warning you both!"

When their both out of Alains seeing range in the house Noyer grabs Grey at his shoulders.

"G-boy, today's the day!"

Grey gives him a blank stare.

"Need to tickle your little noggin? Founding. Anniversary. of. This. Fucking. Kingdom!"

He yells before shivering.

"Oh man, I just can't wait to meet all the hot-"

Grey slaps him not because he was about to say something vulgar, but because he's drooling. Noyer mistakes for the former anyway.

"-new food! Obviously! Geez, get your mind out of your dick."

He rolls his eyes to the dismay of Grey.

"Come on! Let's go there before a bunch of shmucks like Bayard, no, especially Bayard gets all the hot... Food before me!"

Noyer continues to drag Grey into the town not knowing what the fates will befell them.