"It's morning," says Din unceremoniously, standing in your doorway. "You have an hour before we leave."

He's been traveling with you for a few weeks now; charged with protecting you from several would-be assassins. The pay is good. He tells himself that's the only reason he cares about keeping you alive— because the reward is a handsome one.

In truth, however, you're pleasant company: idealistic fantasies and all. It's why he has no complaints about this longer-than-usual bodyguard gig.