Greg walked slowly through the village, taking in everything he saw.
"Dang, I wonder who could have done this." he said to himself. However, before he could think more, he heard a weak voice from a nearby pile of rubble. Immediately, Greg ran over, and nearly gasped as he saw a person almost nearly buried. The person was male, and from what Greg could tell, he was a Grandmaster. Just by looking at him, Greg could tell that his guy had far more experience than he did.
Hey, you alright?" called Greg, reaching a hand inside. The man looked at him weakly and nodded, grabbing Greg's hand as he pulled him up.
"Here, take this, Might not heal it all, but it'll at least get you up and going again." said Greg as he handed the man a vulnerary, who the man took instantly.
"Ugh, thanks. Feels a little better now. Who are you stranger?" the man asked.
"I though it was proper manners to introduce yourself first, but if you insist. I'm Greg, and in case you're going to ask, I'm not from here." said Greg.
"I'm Jacob. It's a pleasure." said Jacob, slowly getting back to his feet. "So where are you from then?"
"My village is called Kirada, in another part of the Outrealms. I assume you know about that." said Greg.
"Yep, of course." said Jacob, still catching his breath a bit.
"So, what happened here? Can you explain?" asked Greg.
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