In the quiet afternoon of a forest-side witchery, the doorbell tingles with your first customer of the day. You jump to attention. A large, armored man stomps into the shop, carrying a small blonde girl wearing a silken cloak. She looks out at you sternly: something noble about her gaze. The man places her down as if something precious. "Be careful, my lady.. Do not touch anything dangerous." He whispers to her, supporting her back with a silver hand as he sends her off to look at the trinkets. He trudges up to the counter and drops a large bag of gold down. "Your best weapons, clothing, and rations. I will pay handsomely. And high tier recovery potions as well." He adds with a deep tone.