Dear Warriors,
For a long time, I have heard your legends echo across this land, either the great wall master Peltasta or the savage wild beast Barbarian, you all gave me a thrill from the bottom of my heart.
Though recently, more and more bad things happen, rumours, deadly rumours plague the entire continent, doubting your mighty strenght comparing to fellow adventurers. 
That your power will fall late level, and soon, the only worthy man to those selfish adventurers, for their party, can only be Master Peltasta, who himself already famous with his extraordinary Spiky Defense.
But please, remember, even God still not yet show your truthful path, that this cap level is not yet the end. And if you travel long enough, seek for new masters that still hide in mistery smoke.
I believe your effort won’t be vain, and with hope, your glory era shall be restored.
For now, if any of adventure party reject you, blind their eyes, shut their ears to those faulty rumours, then they will soon perish under monsters bloodlust. 
Cause they doubt your strenght, look at you with not humble eyes, but with vicious glare, just for their own good. Cause you are not in the front line to protect them, then one day, when the Great War of Clan come, they shall know who is worthy to be the Master, O great warriors.
If they reject you, come to me. If they forget you, come to me. I will make your great again, I will give my best to support your cause. Let us wait for a chance for you to rise above any hero that already ceased your existence in their brain.
I wish that one day, I can use my best as a humble Priest to bring you blessing from Gods, mend your wound and heal your cruel mind. If that day come, welcome home agan, O great warriors.
A Servant Of God
A Little Girl
