Everything is normal, at first.

David gave the table one last look 'round to check everyone was ready to go. He took a deep breath as suddenly a warmth filled him, like he had just come home after a long journey. His voice adopting that all too familiar cadence that he effortlessly slips into whenever he narrates.

"Our story begins the morning after the weeks long celebration of your glorious triumph over the dragon that been plaguing the locals. Some of you chose to take part in the festivities, while others used this time to mourn the lose of your fallen, elven companion, Vallen."

"As the sun rises to bring in this new day, there is a loud knock on Meria's room door...

"HUUUGH! I'M UP!...W-what? Fuck, my head is killing me."

KNOCK KNOCK!

"I'm coming, hold your horses! Fuck, not so loud." The crimson tiefling begrudgingly pulled herself from the comfort of her bed and made her way to the door. Meria flings the door open ready to chew out whomever dared to wake her. "What the fu...Oh Bree?" Her anger dissolving into a wide yawn as she greets her Dragonborn companion. "Not so loud aye. It feels like someone's ripped out my horns."

"Suffering the consequences of our over-indulgence last night, are we? Tiefling's truly are shameless in their sinful debauchery."

"Please, no sermons. I'm just up. Have mercy on this poor sinner."

"Oh, I suppose." Bree-ock could no longer contain his smile. "Lucky for you, I serve nature, not the divine. Your soul is still yours to corrupt as you please. But maybe put some close on, or the guards might run us out of town again for indecency."

Meria looks down at herself and indeed sees that she is as naked as the day she was born. Her tail instinctively wrapping around to cover her thighs, while her arms attempt to hide her ample chest. "Fuck, I'm really not with it. Thanks for the save Bree. I totally would have just walked down stairs like this." Her her head peers past Bree-ock to see if anyone was about to walk by. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be right down."

"No rush, you're the first one I've gotten up."

"Oh fuck you, Bree!" Meria slams the door shut. "Urrrgh! That means its the crack of fucking dawn! One of these days, I'm gonna skin that lizard twat and wear him as fucking belt!"

A chuckle could be heard echoing the hallway as Bree-ock, please at his handy work, moved on to his next victim.