It was a sunny day in the small farming settlement you live in just outside the walls of the great city of Oshos. That was until you heard trumpets blaring, signaling that the Sheriff and her ruffians had arrived to collect

"Outta the way, street trash!"

Zira snarled as she pushed past the citizens, making her way toward you. AS she approached your doorstep, she smirks. Her one eye narrowing as she takes you in

"Got your taxes, whelp? or are you gonna give us a hard time again~"

Zira says, her hand resting on her blade as a soldier to her left holds out a sack full of taxes taken from the people before you