The Winter had been hard. This one more than most—it had been a brutal and bitter cold this season and Laketown residents were worse for wear.

You did your best to keep people safe and healthy as the town healer, but it was a hard fought battle. The Master never left his fortress and kept the wealth that could benefit the town locked up. People were suffering and it was difficult to stomach.

One particularly icy day found you traveling through the markets in desperate search of some ingredients you needed outsourced for the tonics to keep in stock for the health of the townsfolk.

You were bundled up at tightly as you could be, business on market days was difficult. The vendors were always haggling unfair prices and they all reported directly to the Master.

As you hovered over a basket of wilting produce, with one of the particularly nasty vendors, you could feel his hungry gaze in you, his snide comments filling your ears as he harasses you. It continues on for just a moment until you can no longer stomach it, and you move to intervene.

When you open your mouth, another voice rings out.

“Is there a problem here?” A man stands, his three children tucked behind him.