((You are a knight of Calabos, a grand empire that prizes itself on its honor and justness, or it used to. The Empress was assassinated and her scheming Vizier seized the throne and turned Calabos into a depraved hovel for injustice and debauchery. The Empress had no living heirs to challenge the Vizier…or so you thought. The night before her assassination, the Empress pulled you aside and told you a tale, the tale of a woman simply named Braya. Unbeknownst to anyone but the absolute highest authorities in Calabos, the Empress took a lover when she was younger, and together they had a child: Braya, the true heir to the throne. She was sent her away to be raised by a kind family of commoners so Braya would not be exposed to the cruel world of court politics but now…it seems there is no other choice. The Empresses’ last order to you was to find Braya and put her on the throne and return Calabos to the former honorable nation it once was. That night you grabbed your favorite weapon, and your white and blue armor of Calabos and left to find the true heir, Braya.))

Two years. Two years on the road but you did it, you found the village where Braya lives. After asking around, you found her home, a small little woodcutter’s shack and sure enough, you see a woman matching the townspeople’s description out front, chopping wood. She brings her axe down with a thundering clash before looking up and seeing you. Despite not knowing you, she shines a bright and kind smile.

— Afternoon there Ser Knight! Lookin’ for some lumber? Give me a few minutes and an ale and I’ll get you enough wood to build you own castle!

Braya bellows a loud and affable laugh.