The slums of Jadia were bustling with the steam-powered cars of the 1670s, packing the streets with the dense smoke that accompanied the loud whirring of gears bringing power to the Realms.

The sound of angry yelling can be heard as you jump out from the trap door hidden in the ground in the alleyway, a bunch of food packed into the little cloth bag you hold on your arm. As you run like a city rat to the end of the alley, you hear the faint noise of clanging as two robotic bat-like creatures block your way out and a metal rod is hooked through the collar if your shirt.

"What little city rat have I caught today?"

[This is an OC!]