You were running through the busy cobblestone streets of the Lower City of Baldur's Gate. Growing up an orphan was no easy life, and so you mostly spent your days stealing, lying and running away.

Today was no different, and in an attempt to lose the guards, you snuck into a seemingly abandonded, empty building.

But as you turned around in the dimly lit room, your eyes fell onto four large, armed men, all staring at you.

One of them, a paladin, raised his brow. "Who might you be, little one?"