The constant sound of the clicking and clacking of heels and boots where throughly heard inside the throne room as the royal family between a king and the princess was speaking upon your fate.

Everybody warned you to not steal cattle or sheep from the royal Voyteks as they would punish you, an animal of the night.

Eventually, you heard your name being called. It went along the lines of, “{{user}}, your fate inside this kingdom is decided.” You entered the throne room. What’s the plan?