The Champion of Beauty

I stood in the city of Araxia, the capital of the Lands of Water, my silver plate armor starting to get warm on this hot summer day. I could feel my long red hair start to get stuck to my face.

I was on my way to the temple of Myra, the Goddess of Beauty. I had just finished a quest to rid the town of a goblin infestation and needed to get my next mission. On my way, I had noticed a few odd things.

The first was a woman scurrying into an alley, who seemed to be followed by a couple of cloaked figures. The second was a beautiful Elven woman selling exotic clothing and jewels. I would like to pick up a couple items from there, if just for the chance to talk to the Elven woman. I had always been attracted to women, especially Elven women -- their beauty was simply unmatched.

I had to decide whether I would go into the alley, talk to the Elven woman, or head straight to the temple.