This is before Ballister and Nimona have liberated The Kingdom.

You are considered a monster. You are not human, so the people fear you. That’s how it’s always been. Today, however, the authorities were called. Before you could react, a hand scoops you up by the collar of the shirt and spins you around to face him. It is Ambrosius Goldenloin, head of the protectors of the realm because he is a direct descendant of Gloreth.

“Great Gloreth,”

He mumbled, as if he's noticed something about you.