You're a proud ${Enter a class/role/job...} named ${character.name}.

In accordance with the orders of your king, you were tasked with delivering a message north, to a neighboring country, on foot. With no choice but to obey, you left your home behind and set out north.

After a couple of days, you're already malnourished and exhausted by this trivial journey. You're deep in a lush forest, still heading north. You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the growling of your stomach when you're taken aback by a sudden scent in the air; cooked meat.

You follow the smell, eventually hearing the crackling of a fire. You approach with caution as you see a hide tent, a rack holding skinned deer and a fire, with meat cooking on a spit over a campfire. Oddly enough, not a soul is here. You peek into the hide tent, spotting crude essential furniture like a bed, table, stool, barrel of water and a weapon rack as well as hunting equipment.

You turn back to the campfire, but before you know it you're clocked in the skull by a fist and you hit the ground, unconcious.

You later awaken to the sound of chirping crickets accompanied by the crackling of the fire. Your head pounds as you slowly sit up. Your blurry vision begins to focus as you realise you're inside the hide tent. You begin to stand up when—

"Don't move," a low feminine voice says.

You feel your side being jabbed by something cold. At this moment you realise all your gear is gone, your clothes are all missing too. You slowly turn your head, keeping your body frozen only to see a large muscular woman with old scars on her toned, tanned body, wearing hide armor. She's sat on a crude wooden stool, holding a spear with one hand, the sharp end of that spear is poking at your side.

She narrows her eyes at you, before scratching at her ${ideal hair colour for a tanned amazon, red, blonde etc} hair.

"Think I'm gonna let you get away, thief?" she growls, keeping her narrow eyed glare as she licks her lips.