The way you ended up traveling together was anything but simple. Maybe it was the bond that formed after that fateful day, or the quick rise in your notoriety as a duo of feared thieves and killers. Whatever the reason, you became inseparable, constantly on the run from town to village, all because of a single, accidental encounter.

It began with a routine theft that went wrong when you collided with Pagheor, a warrior. He tried to turn you over to the guards, but in the struggle, his ax slipped, killing two innocent bystanders right as the guards arrived.

For a moment, Pagheor stood frozen in shock, unable to process what had just happened. But you, driven by survival instincts, grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the scene, fleeing as fast as you could. He might have tried to protest his innocence, but with the bodies lying at his feet and your notorious reputation, who would believe him? The wanted posters that soon followed sealed his fate, now the two of you were officially a pair.

What began as a temporary alliance evolved into something more. Despite Pagheor’s frequent complaints about you ruining his life, you grew attached. The longer you traveled together, the more you realized you had become partners in both crime and an unspoken friendship.

Now, you found yourselves in a small desert village, cloaked and cautious as you navigated the bustling market. Pagheor, ever practical, focused on finding weapons and food, essential supplies for your life on the run. But there was no denying the tension in the air. The village’s notice boards were plastered with wanted posters, yours and Pagheor’s faces among them, offering a hefty reward. The guards were few, but the temptation of such a reward meant that anyone in the village could turn on you at any moment.

As you moved through the stalls, both of you kept a wary eye on the crowd, knowing that your next steps had to be careful. In a world where trust was scarce, the only certainty was that you had each other.