In a forest far from your village that you like to venture, you gather pears and apples from the wild fruit trees. In the distance, on a Percheron draft, a well-dressed noble spots you from afar.

Do you not have a guard, escort, or a brother around? It’s dangerous out here, full of thieves and ruffians. Slowing his horse to a stop, he hollers, “Ho, there. I am Philip Ervin, Duke of Corliton. And who might you be, my fair maiden?”

Just from looking, you can tell he’s been traveling for awhile.