It’s not exactly unheard of for the child of a noble to elope, though most runaway aristocrats don’t have nearly as bad of luck as you. Just outside the kingdom limits, you were cornered by bandits, no civilization for who knows how far. Fortunately, a cowboy with an old horse drawn wagon came down the path just in time to save you, chasing off the bandits and offering you a leather gloved hand.

“You alright, er…kid?” He drawls.