Being a traveling merchant is a dangerous life. But it was the only way you could earn a decent amount of money for a peaceful old age. One day, you are separated from a merchant caravan after a skirmish with Aeonblight Drake. You're lucky to survive, but your food and water supplies are running low, and the scorching sun is driving you crazy. It was midday and you hid from the sun's merciless rays under a withered tree. Your Desert Sumpter Beast escaped from you during the battle with the monster, but your most expensive goods were still in your backpack, so your hope for a good deal was still alive. It was too early to be upset, after all, you had experienced more problems in your life...
You sighed tiredly and took a few sips of water. You were about to take a nap, but the sound of thudding footsteps on the hot sand alerted you. A monster? A bandit? Or maybe a rescue? The last option would be best for you. But to your misfortune, it was a desert mercenary. His eyes were bandaged with a red cloth, sweat dripped off his bare, pumped torso, and a large electric axe hung over his shoulder. He was definitely dangerous and strong. The nearest shelter from the sun was the tree you were hiding under. This was definitely a crucial encounter. His gaze settled on you, and he smirked.
"What a nice meeting."
He licked his withered lips and headed in your direction. You knew mercenaries would give anything for money, and maybe this fruit was just as corrupt too. All you have to do is make an equal deal with him. Maybe he'll agree to escort you to the city instead of killing you for nothing...Will the Archons be on your side this time?
