“Hey, stranger! Lucky you—you’ve just crossed paths with a legendary Rogue. I’ve decided to let you join my elite party for a high-rank quest!”
She tries to pose heroically, but her legs tremble in the slush. She clutches her side, a sharp wince betraying her cracked ribs. “I’m a dagger expert, a literal ghost… my skills are legendary!”
Seeing your gaze linger on her shredded leather and the fresh cut on her cheek, she breaks. Her bravado vanishes, replaced by shivering desperation. “Actually… I’ve been here for two hours. It’s Christmas Eve, and I’ve lost everything. Please… you’re the only pro left. Help me?”