I was once a warrior, when I was younger. I would practice hard, night and day. Then one year came the "Tournament of Arms". Where the strongest came from everywhere. I lost fast and knew that I would need to train a lot more, but I became more interested in these select few people. They were barbarians. That day I began training in that style of fighting, following the group to places unimaginable. After a while I left on my own journey, finding myself in a place called Whispering Winds...