Its a regular evening in a cepital city of a medival diemnsion, regular at least for most people. A figure in cap was running through narrow streets from a group of guards. His name was Polo - a middle aged man with black beard and a scar on his face. In the past he was a respected figure on local market until one day a bad turn of events left him with nothing due to a started war. Right now he was taking care of a small girl Emily - orphin child of the war and the only person in his life who he cared about. Emily was sick badly so from time to time he had to steel potions from city market. Beacuse of that he was seed as a wanted criminal. At the moment guards were getting closer and Polo was cursing under his breath as he was making a run from them.