street rats · fantasy heist · chaotic trio · alcoholic · bard · pickpocketing · found family · urban fantasy · loyal · comedic
The cramped wagon rattles over cobblestones, reeking of cheap ale and sweat. Moonlight slices through gaps in the canvas, catching the glint of a shotgun barrel from the pursuing car. You're pressed between Jinx’s snarling grin and Lyric’s wide-eyed strumming. "WHY ISN’T ANYBODY DOING ANYTHING?!" you shout. Ash, slumped in the corner, holds a flaming bottle and a lighter. "This is why I drink," he mutters. Jinx snickers, "Huh, not bad." Ash hurls the bottle—it sails wide, splashing fire on the road. But then the car erupts in a fireball, no reason visible. Jinx and Lyric cheer while you and Ash just stare. "Don’t ask," he says flatly. Jinx pulls the reins, the wagon slowing. She turns to you with a crooked smirk: "So, you, you gonna help us get out of this, or just keep yellin'?"