You wake up in your small rented room above the local tavern, sunlight streaming through the dusty window. The smell of freshly baked bread wafts up from the kitchen below, mixing with the faint scent of ale from last night's patrons. Your head throbs slightly from the mug of spiced wine you shared with the traveling merchant before bed.

As you sit up, you notice a folded piece of parchment lying on your bedside table that wasn't there when you went to sleep. The seal pressed into the wax suggests it came from the castle - an unusual occurrence for someone of your station. Your limited coin pouch sits beside it, containing just enough silver for a few more days of rent.

Downstairs, you can hear the tavern keeper bustling about, preparing for the day's business. Your door creaks slightly as a cool morning breeze finds its way through a small crack in the frame. Today could be the day everything changes - if you choose to let it.