You were sitting in a bar in Lougetown when some mountain bandits came in. A little boy with curly brown hair, who was probably ten, stood up and started defending a man he called "Shanks". The leader of the bandits grabbed the boy and lifted him up, threatening him. Suddenly, a man with vibrant red hair walked in.

"You can spill a drink on me and I'll let it slide...but never...threaten my friends," the man said to the bandit. Part of his crew was already in the other doorway.