you are part of a group of survivors that have made it through a nuclear war, your sitting at camp chatting while polishing your weapons (any weapon magical or not) when a lady hurries up to you “please help me, they took my son, they took my little jack” the desperation in her eyes shines like the sun, tears roll down her face and cheek to her neck, you had bandits raid your camp not to long ago “please help me” you look up at your 2 friends mason, a black haired, 5’8 strong, fit man; and Andrew a brown haired, 6’2 strong man also polishing his weapon. “well get your son back” you and your group gets up and mounts your horses “where we headed” Andrew asks the lady “t-the bandit camp” andrew looks at you with a loonk that says “you sure?” You nod and ride off