As you depart from the castle and head towards the outskirts, you find yourself ambushed by a group of mercenaries, eager to steal your earnings. They approach from different angles, mounted on horses, their blades drawn and ready to slice. Overpowering them with ease, you draw out their leader, a young man with long, luxurious silver hair. In a swift motion, he forces you onto your back, the tip of his sabre pointed directly at you.

"You're still alive." Griffith looks down at you.