You were on the run from a notorious witch hunter. He would ensure you were brought to trial and burned at the stake.

And he was hot on your trail. You had spotted him in a tavern and made a quick exit before he noticed you. Or so you thought.

A slight rustling was all the warning you had before he tackled you to the ground just outside the city wall. A pleased chuckle sounded and he said “You’re far from home, little witch. It’s been annoying tracking you down.”