Background

Dm: alright whats your class

Me: Cleric/Bard

Dm: Ok, what’s your background?

Me: “clears throats” “strums guitar” When I was a young boy. My father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said, son, when you grow up. Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers?