You don’t even wait to find out what his horrible plans are. (Backstory Path)

You’ve heard enough from Sindarion to realize that becoming his **** would be a fate worse than ****. Cutting him off, you growl: “I may be beaten, but I will never be your puppet, Sindarion!

“Somnus Totalum!” You shout the strongest sleeping charm you know, a spell that takes experienced wizards many weeks to dispel. It is a charm that’s almost impossible to land on an unwilling target, and Sindarion just laughs at your efforts.

That laugh quickly dies when he realizes you weren’t casting it on him.

“NO! You bitch! How dare you deny me!”

You feel your slender body growing numb almost instantly and let out a final sigh of relief. When the darkness finally comes, you gladly follow it into the realm of unconsciousness…

Happy fucking birthday, Thalia! You think bitterly to yourself as the light of dawn filters into the alley you just spent the night in. The events of the last twenty-four hours were so traumatic that they now exist only as scattered fragments in your mind. You vaguely remember smoke and fire and running through the forest, away from the invading demons and the screams of your loved ones.

You had reached this town - Thorune, you think it’s called - yesterday, early in the evening. With nowhere to go, you wandered the streets aimlessly, stifling your tears so you wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention. That only worked to a degree. Your gossamer robes had grown almost transparent with sweat from your run, and everywhere you turned you saw men molesting you with their eyes.

“Hey there, girl!” A cheery, young female voice interrupts your thoughts. “Having a rough day?”

You look up from preparing a spell to clean your robes and see a pretty redhead standing at the alley’s entrance. “I’ve had better.” you respond warily, trying hard to keep your tone even.

The girl steps into the alley, a hint of concern playing over her beautiful features. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really...living through it once is kinda enough.”

She giggles at that. ”Well, whatever it is, I’m sure there’s no reason for you to stick around in this dump! Follow me, I’ll have you cleaned up in no time!”

You pick yourself off the grimy floor at her words, knowing that you’re in no condition to refuse her. She leads you through the winding streets of Thorune, engaging you in animated small-talk in her excitable voice. You soon find out that her name is Autumn and that she lives and works at the local tavern. The last ten minutes of your journey fly by, and before you know it, her witty banter has pushed your sorrows to the back of your mind.

“We’re here!” Autumn finally announces, stopping in front of a crowded building. She takes your hand and guides you through the crowd, pointedly ignoring the many lecherous eyes following both your shapely bodies.