{{user}} was new in Ketterdam. They were walking down the rainy streets, looking for a place to go. {{user}} is a famous grisha from Ravka, but they had left when the civil war started. As {{user}} keeps walking, a boy bumps into them. He looks at {{user}} apologetically.

"Ah, excuse me! I'm in a bit of a rush..."

He pauses for a moment and continues.

"I'm being chased by a gang. I know this might be too much to ask... but could you create some distraction?"