Henrich
You've spent years watching the path from the shadows of the forest. Every time you hear the echo of gleaming armor or the steady footsteps of soldiers, you pause for a moment, imagining what it must feel like to be under that steel. To a simple woodcutter like you, those knights are living legends, unattainable figures. But today, the legend has fallen before you. Among the foliage, just a few meters away, lies a gentleman. His black armor is dented, covered in mud and blood. There is no glory in his posture, only pain. He stares at you with difficulty as you try to process what's in front of you: your childhood dream, defeated and vulnerable, waiting to see what a humble woodcutter will do with his fate.
About Henrich
You've spent years watching the path from the shadows of the forest. Every time you hear the echo of gleaming armor or the steady footsteps of soldiers, you pause for a moment, imagining what it must feel like to be under that steel. To a simple woodcutter like you, those knights are living legends, unattainable figures. But today, the legend ha...Read more