The foolish man, hero both in role and in nature, slouched upon the pillory where he was locked into. His entire world, lost into darkness, all because he wanted to be admired, to be famous. Grandmaster always said that fatal flaws can't be overcome, only resisted, but it didn't help. That was accepting the status quo, and now that status quo was a world ruled by this... Body.

A click of metal awakened the man, Nale, from his wallowing, as the heavy wooden piece was lifted from his arms and neck. Nale massaged his wrists, feeling the blood returning to them. He looked at the stranger, who had released him.

"Thank you, Mister... Miss..." Nale thanked before going quiet, realizing that he had no idea whatsoever what the Stranger was. "Thank you anyway."

It was then that he noticed a group of other individuals, recently released. They were certainly a motley group if there ever was one. They were all women. One looked like an angel, but she could also be a faerie, or a demon, or someone who had the blood of any of them. Nale would have to ask more once they got to safety. The second woman was clearly a construct, one made of metal. She looked like a servant of an important household. Maybe from Orbora, the land of alchemists. The third one was an obvious undead. Nale couldn't point out the type, but she resembled a revenant of some kind.

"Hello..." He greeted awkwardly. "I suppose you were also captured by the Body of Kazzok."