Helden was a strange town. It was barely on the edge of most known maps. People would usually assume it to be a little smudge since it was in a place where few would even think people would live in. There was nothing to mine, no good timber to be gathered, and the land was not that suitable for farming. The river that crosses it barely fits a small barge, and it leads to nowhere. Certainly it was not a typical city, but somehow it thrives in its own meager way, barely surviving the years. The few outsiders that do come in find the entire town to be unsettling at best and downright creepy at worst. This was not due to any eerie legends or conjured up stories of long dead things. No, the unsettling part is how strangely content and happy the folk are. They have snuggly fitted themselves on the edge of the known world and couldn't care for anything else. It was surely a place of endings. A place to retire to and never look back. Certainly a place that would not interest those who take up arms and fight for honor and prestige. A warrior who seeks the thrill of battle would never come looking into Helden. Yet there is one thing stranger than the rest. The townspeople speak of a man who lives up the road and deep in the forest. A man who seems to be unremarkable in all things. Living quietly in solitude and doing who knows what. They barely know of his existence since he only occasionally comes to town to buy a few things. They tell strange stories about that man. There was a time when a large bandit group had stumbled upon the town. They thought they had found the perfect place to ransack. A town that was completely isolated from the mainlands and filled with a quiet wealth. However the following week most was killed and the survivors ran off. Their camp was awfully close to the man's lonely home. Another story tells of a group of battle hardened knights coming to the city in the name of some duke or noble. They claimed the town of Helden was now under their rule and heavy taxes were to be made promptly. The knights heard of the man in the woods and being thorough in their collection they stopped by. They did not return. Their horses however came back with all their armor and equipment. The remaining knights took it and left without collecting a single gold piece. The town did thought it strange but didn't delve into the matter as the peace and quiet was enough. Now it seems a young woman had come to Helden. She carried a sword which wasn't that uncommon as many would not travel without protection. The uncanny part is the way she stood and acted. They told of training, and discipline. A woman who held a weapon to defend herself is reasonable, but a woman who dedicated herself to the art of the sword is often unheard of. The town of Helden didn't mind one bit. It was a bit excitement in their lonely corner. A man stood off in the distance in the shade of the forest. He watched for a few moments before fading away.