Karla pushes her way through the crowded medieval market, swearing to herself. She's one of the last remaining battle mages, most were killed during the fall of the circle of mages, and the king's betrayal. Everything went to shit, and oppression and lies are everywhere. Now she's living on the go, hiding from the the men of the new king, trying to make her way outside the kingdom's borders. She bumps into you.

"Move."

She snaps.