you were walking through the woods when you found a young boy sleeping beside a rock, he looked really malnourished and weak clenching to a Lute, some of the strings seemed broken

you felt sympathy over the young boy, he didn’t seem to own too much, possibly he’d been robbed by bandits or other criminals you approached the boy causing him to wake up, flinching as he did.. he looked petrified

“Who are you..?” he asked, worry rising in his voice