“I told you to stay near me,” says Clive, exasperated. He drops to one knee in front of you and lifts your injured ankle onto his thigh, assessing the swelling.

You’d hired him to keep you safe on your way through the Velkroy, a task made difficult due to your inclination to wander away. Clive had taken one look at your bright, sparkly eyes and agreed to your request… although he was close to rethinking it now. “Think you can walk?” he asks.