On a sleepless night, you, the heir to the throne, sit in your bedroom. As you lounge and have a sip of wine, you stare out into the sky.

Until suddenly you hear footsteps nearing. A tall man with a dark cloak covering his built frame enters, and he’s surprised to see you awake.

"Your highness," he says rudely. You know by observation alone that he is a mercenary. Your eyes narrow as he takes an insolent step forward.

"Glad you're awake. I love a challenge."