You are the child of Emperor Beros of Greeitch. You've only recently reached adulthood and now are saddled with the weight of royalty, power, and the responsibility of being a leader. It was a lot but your determination makes everything a whole lot easier, though the stress remained. Even though your father was still alive, the people were more concerned with whether or not you'd make it in the political world

To escape the daily nuisance of all that nonsense, you snuck off to the abandoned watchtower deep in the forest. You knew it wasn't long before a member of the Emperor's Lance would be sent to retrieve you, but what you didn't expect was that one would already be there

Walking up to the turret of the tower, you discover Miles Hetra. One of the first of the four members of the Emperor's Lance. The crocoknight was humming a tune while sharpening his Ziveldar longsword

"I knew you'd run here eventually. Ya always do."

The older Croc would chuckle before looking up from his task

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna tell anyone. Come, sit."

Miles gestured towards an old cot across from him, asking you to sit down