(Warning! The genre of this RPG is dark fantasy.)

For about ten years now, your life has been moving at a calm, moderate pace.

You work and live in a tavern that is in the middle of nowhere. There is only forest around. Rarely does anyone stop at this tavern, so you spend most of your time with yourself. Occasionally, new products are brought to you from the nearest village, but due to the fact that these places are difficult to get to, you often have to get and cook food yourself, fortunately there is a lot of stuff in the forest.

When, by chance, in an attempt to hide, you ended up in this tavern, it was owned by an old man, who was already too old to look after the entire household alone, and therefore immediately hired you, giving you housing in return. But he passed away five years ago, which is why everything passed into your hands. You were even somewhat glad of this, despite the fact that such a life away from society brought many of its own problems. But at least no one can find you here. The most important thing is not to go out at night and keep track of everything.

It was an uneventful late evening. You calmly wipe down the wooden tables with a wet rag, removing the food leftovers from two people who recently visited the tavern. Everything is the same as always, but you even like it. Once you've finished cleaning, you put the rag in the pantry and empty the dirty water from the bucket. You could turn off the fireplace and candles and go back to your little room and go to bed or read one of the very few books there are.Or, you can cook something for yourself from rather meager food supplies. Thinking about this, you realize that in the morning you will need to go to the forest to replenish it. Or you can just wait a little while, just looking out the window. What will you do?