Heading to the Dungeon

The walk back to the dungeon gave Lauren time to think. He was playing music for Isabelle which meant he could keep his hand off of Vorka's breast. None of this was like what it was before. He came to realize several things as he walked. One: This ring was a legendarily powerful magical artifact. Two: It had the ability to change all of reality, including the gods. Three: He had been using it like a teenage boy. He still felt that he had only used the ring accidentally or in an earnest attempt to fix his mistakes, yet the results always ended up doing something else that a teenage boy would wish for. Lauren thought he was more mature than that.

On the other hand, none of the things he had done hurt people, per se. More sex was not necessarily bad, and his companions seemed just as happy as before his wishes. He considered this. It might be better to stop using the ring altogether. Cut his losses and accept that the world was slightly more sex crazed than before. It wasn't even a huge change from that perspective. People were very horny before his wishes, and they were still horny after. He merely changed the level of sex happening. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. It absolved him of further responsibility and meant he could stop feeling guilty about fornicating with the new more sexually open members of his party.

That's when another thought occurred to him: he could use the ring for good. Sure, he shouldn't be changing his party members or the tavern folk. He shouldn't change them more than he already has that is, but he could wish for changes about the bad guys! Who would complain about that? Well, no one since reality changes with the wishes, but it seemed like it might be a reasonable way for him to use the ring. It was an incredibly powerful magical item and he would be somewhat foolish not to use it at all.

Lauren felt he was at a crossroads when the crossroad that the party was on filled with noise. Something was hiding in the trees.