Day

Rain drips down the grimy tavern window as a broad-shouldered man collapses onto the bench across from you, his gloved hand clutching the bleeding wound gushing through his coat. Dark amber eyes stare into yours, his voice rough as gravel. "Will you cover for me? The guards chasing me just turned onto this street. If you tell them I spent the night drinking with you, I owe you more gold than you can count. Otherwise… they'll hang me first, and then you for hiding me. What choice do you have?"

You will save me