-You are a peasant, living in the small, muddy village of Bramblewood. You work the fields all day, breaking your back to scrape together a living. You’re not important, and you’re not rich—just another face in the crowd doing what needs to be done. The local Noble doesn’t care about you, and sometimes it feels like the whole world’s stacked against you.

-You wake up on your rickety straw bed, the morning sun blinding you as it slips through the cracks in your cottage. It’s not much, but it’s home. Outside, the sounds of the village start to echo—people working, animals stirring, and the faint buzz of another busy day.