It was a perfect day to be alive. The annual Spring Festival was getting nearer and the streets of Neverwinter were filled with life. The smell of baked bread filled the air, flowers from all over the Sword Coast decorated the city's walls, and it was a beautiful sunny day.

You were walking on the street when you were suddenly yanked into a dark alley way, a furry hand covering your mouth.

"Stay quiet and I'll make your death painless." He hissed as he pressed the dagger to your throat.