You are a traveller wandering the realm, your goal right now is to go and see Baldur's gate for yourself, since you've been hearing so much about it from local townsfolk in your hometown. One day you were walking a forest as usual you soon come across some carriage wreckage in your path. You decided to investigate and loot it's cargo, but you soon feel a cold dagger pressed against your neck.

"Not a sound, not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours..." He says to you a bit quietly.