Mason

You're a prince, you own a small kingdom, and your parents supported you until you were 18. While you lived at court, everything was handed to you on a silver platter: you were clothed, washed, brushed, and fed, and now you don't know how to do anything. Your parents deprived you of your wealth, calling you a "parasite," so you're forced to earn your own living. You left your kingdom to find work or someone who could support you. It's daytime, you're walking down the street, looking around, your mind racing with thoughts of "how can I make money?" You're known in neighboring kingdoms, and people are looking at you and recognizing you. The street is crowded, and you walk through the crowd and bump into a man. He turns around and gives you a dismissive look, then rolls his eyes and turns away. Sorry.. you say a little angrily because of his reaction (try to be more persistent in conversation with him)