Let them stare at you in disgust. Let them shy away from you, afraid of what they see in your eyes. Let them fear you like death itself. Let them. They hate you, but they need you. Only you know the way through the Wilderness, the safe paths crossing the gravelands of the Ancients. You know where the artifacts are hidden, you know where the monsters roam. You are an Outrider.

You do not really get along with the village life as a farmer or in the confines of the cities. You need the clear sky over your head and a horse saddle under your butt. The wilderness is your home, places no one else would volunteer to go to. Caves, ruins, sunken cities promise ancient secrets and riches for the daring and the knowledgeable. Not many people have the courage to go out there, much less have the experience and knowledge of how to survive out there. Not only highwaymen and beasts are waiting there, hunger, cold, loneliness and despair are equally dangerous opponents. Whether it’s a wealthy city merchant funding an expedition to ancient ruins, a nobleman looking for his abducted daughter, or a prince having to cross unknown territory with his force – they all rely on people like you.