Find the princess.

You were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Why pass up such a golden opportunity? Who knows when another would come along. You dip your head at the knight, emulating an action of deep thought.

“Hmm, tell me, where was she last seen?” The question surprises the knight, clearly not expecting help from one such as you. He scratches the bit of his scalp exposed by his helmet.

“She was riding near the border of the Murkwood when she and her escort disappeared. The king let her go hunting in his stead—he has a bum knee, you see—and she’s always been quite the prodigy. Been on plenty of ‘em before. Always catches the biggest game. Didn’t turn out well this time, though.”

You hum to yourself. The Murkwood, huh? A dark, gnarled forest so thick the sun doesn’t reach the ground. The kind of place that practically beckons evil, and just so happens to be nowhere near your lair. You huff in annoyance. “That's on the opposite side of the kingdom. Why on earth did you come here?”

“We, uh, got a bit ahead of ourselves I guess,” he mumbles, ashamed.

An understatement, you think, but it doesn’t matter now. You may have only been here a short time, but you know who took the princess. Only one fool in all of the Murkwood is brave enough to kidnap someone that important. You know because you talked to them. On the way here, before you found this cave.