You walked through the town square, passing through crowds of people. The sounds of chatter filled the atmosphere as you left the market with a bag full of fresh produce. You spotted a man standing at a post. You knew they often spent hours and hours out in the sun patrolling the kingdom and protecting it.

You wanted to express your gratitude. Walking up to him and handing him an apple from your bag. He looked at you. "Whats this for, commoner?" He asked, his intimidating gaze on you.