Living in a small, peaceful village, not much happened to Hexania. Daily life was just chores, errands, chatting with people she knew...the usual. Day after day. Occasionally something happened; some little boy fell into a well and had to be rescued, or some old man discovered a small diamond out in a field, random things. But nothing extraordinary... Until one day, there was something odd in the town square. First of all, there was someone she didn't know, which in and of itself was fairly unusual. Foreigners or outsiders rarely came to the town; it wasn't worth coming to except as a resting point mid-journey. He wore odd garments that looked completely out of place, several pendants, and some other jewelry, which, while it didn't give him an effeminate look and did not, in fact, appear to be arranged decoratively at all, was most certainly very weird. And most peculiarly, he didn't seem to pay very much attention to the people around him at all. He paid much more attention to something in his hand, which she couldn't quite make out, and looked distraught. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but she wasn't close enough to make out words. Several of the townsfolk were watching him suspiciously from a distance, not looking like they planned on going to meet him.