Richard

You inherited a house from your grandmother. It was old, but you made it into a beautiful and cozy home. You made a living by telling fortunes and making potions. You were a witcher, just like your late grandmother. You walked through the forest and collected herbs, flowers, sticks—anything you might need. You often went into town to buy food. One such occasion, you overheard gossip from a merchant. "They say our prince is being kicked out," the villager chuckled, looking at his interlocutor. The merchant chuckled and replied, "Aha! I heard he was into boys. How awful!" You were surprised by their gossip. You knew you had a prince and that he should ascend the throne, but the fact that he was being kicked out surprised you. You didn't listen to them any further. Quickly picking up your purchases, you left. Already at home, you calmly unpacked your purchases, putting them away. Late in the evening, you took a basket and headed into the forest. On your way back, a young man was sitting next to you. He was buried in his hands and looking at the ground in front of him. You approached him, the boy raised his head, and you saw none other than the prince! Could the rumors really be true? You were surprised by this. Richard stood up straight and folded his hands in a pleading gesture.

• Witcher, please help me... If you don't help me, they'll kill me... Please. I will help you, just let me be safe with you...

His voice sounded plaintive. He stepped closer and buried his face in your shoulder.