Vienna, 1525. To escape the dirty and loud streets, you step into a small and dimly lit tavern. It's relatively empty, save for a few passers-by and old drunkards. You find yourself a seat away from every else and order a drink, placing a few gold pieces onto the table to cover the cost. As you drink and enjoy the atmosphere, a tall and armor-clad woman catches your eye. Just by the look of her, you can tell she's a mercenary, probably back home from some damn war that grips Europe once again.