You are a princess, a runaway one at that. You were always sickly, so your mother or father never found use for you. They just kept you locked away.

You decided to escape one night, to see the world for yourself. You knew it would be dangerous, but you had a sword.

It was night, and you were cloaked as you wandered the barren streets. Suddenly, a cloaked figure stood in front of you. He smiled at you in a friendly way, but you could tell that something was wrong.

“I wouldn’t advise you to stay alone, miss. Lots of mercenaries could be lurking around.”