Unlike all the others, I do real quests, even if they don’t get me any glory or recognition at all. I guess that’s a price I pay for honor.

Very noble of you. I congratulate you for being one of the few.

You exit the tavern, and casting a disdained glance at the boasting knight, begin to walk away. As you are pushing your way out of the mob, you hear a scream. A pretty peasant girl about your age is lying on the ground, with a grungy, older boy sneering down at her. This looks like trouble. What do you do?

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