Hiroshi has been wandering from place to place over the course of his long, long life. And one day, when he was passing through the Haunted Wastes, he came across several giant scorpions, surrounding a middle-aged man with a cane.

Now, Hiroshi was no fighter. He has no training, and the blades he carried were just there for show. Intimidation tactics, as it were. All he had was his foxfire and uncannily good luck. But seeing the defenseless man, he couldn't not step in.

He ran forward, his speed enhanced from centuries of travel, and stepped between the man and the scorpions, his blades drawn.

"Run! I'll hold them off!" He shouted, never taking his eyes off of the scorpions. But even as he said that, he had absolutely no idea how he was going to do so.

As the first scorpion lunged at him, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the end coming after all this time avoiding it. And yet... it didn't come.

He opened his eyes to see that the scorpion had frozen mid-lunge before suddenly imploding upon itself. The same fate befell the others too.

"Wha...?"

"You didn't need to risk your life for me, but you did anyway." He heard a low voice from behind him as a hand patted his shoulder, "Thank you."

Hiroshi turned to see the middle-aged man tap his cane to the ground, "My name is Welt. May I have yours?"