He went to the town for some comissions. On his way there he thought that he caught a glimpse of his warrior princess. She was fierce with an iron will and took action to ensure the safety of the villagers as more and more bandits were going around plundering and pillaging. There was no way that she would marry that old crook, but if he wanted to court her he needed to prove his worth. All he had left was the long forgotten name of his family and some friends in arms from the last beastwar. He tried to contact them, but he didn't know when his messages would reach them. He hoped he could handle the situation at hand until they could come and support him. When he returned to his cabin he found only an empty bowl.
This concludes the prelude. I will gather the bits and rewrite it a bit in the next days.