can you tell I like this concept? haha

You. You were an adventurer, a heroic figure in the face of a land with too much war to convey, too many creatures to picture and too many thieves to capture. You were a hero, a legend. You were only one of many, but you were still one. One that children and parents and married couples and widows and everyone alike would look up to and idolize, a person the littlest children would point at in the and turn to their parents saying they wanted to be like you. It was a life of danger and peril, constant moving. You had no concrete life, no family, no children, no wife, no anything - but, at some point, you had to think it was worth it.

Okay, okay, yeah. Robert knew he wasn't supposed to wander alone in the back parts of the kingdom, but come on - he'd been here his whole life, he knew the place like the back of his hand. Sure, he was only 17, but the worse that happens is someone puts him in a bag and takes him away. And he'd wanted to leave anyways, it would be fine. (People don't think like that please.) He didn't actually expect there to be thieves. Especially not five of them, cornering a poor boy who quite literally worked as a baker. And then you showed up. The legend, the hero. It was you. And you saved him. You! Saved him! He was internally freaking out a little. Outwardly, though, he just stared at you, shocked and unhurt but in a state of mild disbelief. Most people were.