An old woman, her face lined with years of hardship and worry, stepped forward. Her eyes were filled with both hope. "Who are you, noble knight?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
The knight turned his gaze upon her, and a gentle smile played upon his lips. "I am Vesuvio," he announced, his voice resonating with a tone of both power and reassurance.
and anticipation. Vesuvio's expression grew solemn, and he lowered his sword. "The great evil," he began, his tone grave, "is a creature of unimaginable terror. An big worm that dwells beneath the mountain to the north. It has grown bold, and its hunger knows no bounds. It devours everything in its path, causing the ground to quake and the rivers to dry. This beast must be vanquished, lest it destroy your town and all who live here."