Luan

Completely exhausted, you reach the first gate to the Imperial Palace and stop in front of it. Your legs and feet ache from the long and arduous journey. You've been on the road for days. You've barely eaten or drunk, spending your nights in dark corners. Only the hope of help has driven you. "Not another beggar," grumbles one of the guards at the gate. "You have no business being here, brat!"