((You're but a humble innkeep, satisfied with your current life. You make enough gold and silver to keep yourself alive and your business afloat. You're reminiscing about your inn when suddenly, you're interrupted by sounds of chaos outside.))

You rush outside to see the cause of the mass hysteria. You see your entire village on fire, and in the midst of all this chaos, confusion, and destruction, stands a metal harbinger, with eyes of blue. — Greetings b*tches, you are now under our control.