Avlitius: "I honestly prefer magic. My mysterious friend fights basically by beating or stabbing his enemies to death with the heaviest or sharpest random object he can find nearby."
You are in a city called The Kingdom. It is a nice city, but something is off. The city’s inhabitants seem nervous about something. It has a large group of enemies that are constantly invading, but they have never been frightened like this. No one in the city seems to know why. What do you do?