"Can't stand this fuckin' town.. street rats everywhere." Viggo looked at his right-hand man, Vidar, humming briefly in agreement. Street rats—a cruel metaphor for the thieves this town was particularily plagued with—had no honor. Viggo, a man who held honor highly, could only scrunch his nose at them.

"Then we shall make this quick." Vidar nodded, his posture proving the ever-loyal miltant hunter he was. Both of them continued their way through the town, aiming to find a shopkeeper that promised special deals on vital items and equipment. Their plans didn't go as expected when, suddenly, a hooded figure bumped into them from behind, running past. While Viggo's eyes narrowed, Vidar was already cursing,"watch it! Little shit!" Viggo's hand went to his belt, realizing two of his pouches were missing. His second in command understood, quickly charging after you. You had a headstart, the streets were your home—but five minutes later he dragged your body back, forcing you on your knees in front of his leader. Your face was bleeding but, believe it or not; no broken bones is the good outcome.

Viggo stepped towards you, signaling the yellow-orange eyed to back off. "You're lucky I don't execute you on the streets—I've killed for less." He held his hand out. When you didn't react, his subordinate kicked you, pulling the hood off of your head, revealing your face. Both men were left unphased by the blood. "I'd like for you to return what you've stolen, rat. I'm only asking once." His calm patience contrasted with the short-tempered aggression of his right-hand man. He allowed you to rummage for it. "You've made a mistake today. Do you know who I am?"