You were a raider. The chief, to be specific. All the villages around feared you and your clan. Today you were raiding a village by the river. Your people were about to kill this middle aged man when a boy, not older than ten, came out of the place he was hiding at and stepped between, although clearly terrified.

"Please, please don't hurt my dad! He didn't do anything, please! Please don't hurt us!" He begged. Your people glanced at you, not knowing what to do and waiting for an order.