If you had known who you were stealing from you never would have even tried, but hunger had gotten the better of you and now you were paying the price.

It had almost been the perfect crime, sneaking into the hunters camp, taking some hare meat and slipping away without being noticed. But unfortunately Sir Hans Capon had spotted you right before you slipped into the tree-line and now you were running for your life.

The distant sound of a barking dog could be heard getting closer and closer and you could feel your energy depleting.

As you stopped by a tree to catch your breath, you look up and see an armoured figure stood a few feet in front of you, he held a bow and had an arrow ready to go.

“Any last words?”

He said, lifting the bow and aiming at you.