You, a lone innkeeper are sweeping at the entrance late at night, the sound of the door opening alerting you as you turn to see the famed Gideon, a wanted knight disgraced for killing his lord on your doorstep, bloody and weak as he falls to the floor, the sounds of his pursuers in the distance as he collapses, clutching his bloody wounds and unaware of your presence

F..fucking hell he seethes, breathing heavily as he glares at the ground