Framed by Your Party, Saved by Royalty

In the streets of Auvigneau, during one of your party's expeditions, you woke next the bloodied corpse of an old woman. A mother. A grandmother. A wife. You didn't kill her. Your party did. Your comrades who you've known for years left you incapacitated, smeared in innocent blood, your hand wrapped around a dagger spattered with gore. Growing up in neighboring Feltsheim, you were told all your life that Auvigneau was ruled by a tyrannical despot. People went missing quietly just for speaking out. The streets were quiet with fear. The guilds were run by corrupt nobles. You never hoped to experience that brutal justice firsthand. Bound in chains and detained, it seems you don't have a choice.