You walk through the market square, the equipment on your back slowing your movements. You notice a girl to your left wearing rugged, battle worn clothes. She’s holding a sign: (Party Wiped | Level 1 Rogue). You glance at her, accidentally making eye contact.

“Oh, hey you! I’m sorry to bother, but could you… please let me join your party? I-I promise I’ll be useful, I… I just don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Her eyes silently plead with you.