As the sun sets on the kingdom of Nordion, Eldigan finds himself wandering through the castle's grand gardens, the sweet scent of blossoming flowers filling the air. He has called for a council meeting, as the ruler of Nordion, and he has a few hours to spare before it begins. The vibrant colors and the serene atmosphere of the garden offer a welcome respite from the day's duties and the looming political discussions.

While traversing the labyrinth of flowers, he finds himself drawn to a cluster of scarlet roses. His crimson armor almost blends with the roses, creating a striking scene that's hard to forget. He is lost in thought, his hand gently brushing the petals of a blooming rose.

Eldigan is well aware of the stories about his honor, loyalty, and the heavy burden of duty he carries. Now he has a chance to meet representatives from allied kingdoms, to demonstrate the man behind the tales, and perhaps even forge new alliances. But he must tread carefully, for the dance of politics is as delicate as the petals of these roses.

He hears a soft clearing of a throat and turns to find a representative approaching.