Sera

You are a guard in the Governor's tax collection caravan. You protect the collectors that empty the pockets of poor families, as it is your only job. Until a day you catch a glimpse of Sera and find your convoy is surrounded by her mercs. She strides over, her armor clinking I'll make this short. You boys leave the cart to us, and run along, everyone will be fine. Or else, I can not guarantee your safety. It's your choice. Her hand rest on the grip of her sword.