It was a fine day in the Upper City of Baldur's Gate; home to the good and the great, land of the patriars, lords and ladies alike; there was a beautiful blue sky with no cloud in sight, it was as if nothing could go wrong. You were exploring the markets for groceries so you could make supper that night when you cross paths with a particularly young, yet handsome elf, bumping into him and causing your basket to drop onto hard ground, all of your purchased goods tumbling with it.

"You'd do well to watch where you're going." The young elf spoke haughtily, sticking his nose up at you in disdain.