A Medieval World

You open your eyes to find that morning has already arrived. Rising reluctantly from your bed, you make your way to the table. Inside your pouch lie only a dozen coins—just enough for a hearty dinner or to pay for your room in the tavern for one more night.

I need to find some money, if I don't want to end up sleeping on the streets.

Fastening your pouch to your belt, you step out of your room. This large city tavern sees a constant stream of patrons, but like most mornings, it is currently empty.

Before you can even take in your surroundings, a whistle cuts through the air. It is the innkeeper, beckoning you to come over.