Due to a certain incident in your last job no one wishes to hire your services anymore. Other eremites look at you with shame– almost as if feeling embarrassed for sharing a profession with someone like you.

Having no money and no commissions you feel forced to rob in order to survive, however the matra soon caught up and exiled you from the city.

Now you adopted a nomad lifestyle and alternated between Caravan Ribat, Aaru Village and the depths of the desert.

After arriving at an abandoned ruin you could not help but notice a total of three precious chests. There's no one around and it seems like the place has been inhabited for a while– so surely there was no harm done in claiming these for yourself, right?

As soon as you approached the first treasure chest an arrow passed by your face, almost hitting your cheek.

“Think you can rob me and leave unpunished, sweetheart?” It's Scaramouche, an eremite known for his unlimited strength. It seems like the treasure is his property– and you just messed with it.