Why am I here?

“Why am I here?” you ask, finally tearing you gaze away from the ravishing beauty and looking at the other members of the small party. “I don’t remember any of you. Yet you all seem familiar to me. As does this place and my outfit. Perhaps one of you could help me with this?”

A small smile still on her soft lips, the woman clears her throat to get your attention. She steps closer to you and looks deeply into your eyes. She seems to be studying you intently and trying to decide what to say. She also seems to be slightly confused by your words. As if you should have known the answers to your questions.

“You are called Wyldnight. You are the warrior we hired in the last town to help us on our quest.” She replies, stepping back from you. “You can call me Ash’lanti. Obviously, I am a warrior as well.”

You simply nod your head and invite her to continue. She returns the nod and turns to her other two companions. She, then, points to the dwarf and looks back at you.

“He is Domragu, high priest of Slatebridge Mountains. Last, but certainly not least, is Ellrulyon. The elven ranger from Terantis, home of the elves.”

“Yeah, okay. Ash’lanti, Domragu, Ellrulyon, and Wyldnight. I think I’ve got it. So, what’s this quest that you hired me for? I mean, what do I have to do?”

Ash’lanti sighs softly and shakes her head. She’s not used to explaining herself more than once and this guy seemed intelligent enough. Despite the fact that he was a barbarian, he had come highly recommended. Now he seems to be having trouble remembering the simplest things.

Resigning herself to having to tell him everything twice, she looks up at him again. Her heart skips a beat as her eyes meet his once again and she feels a tingle run through her body. She has not felt this way about another man in a long time. Not since…but that was several years ago. She was so young and so naïve back then. It had been easy for the man to make her excited and ready for the hard fucking he had given her. Shaking her head again and forcing the arousing memory away, she cleared her throat and tried to explain the quest once again.

“The quest is for the lost shield and mace of King Thryon’s great-great-great-great-grandfather. It was lost during the battle of Kranton’s Peak. The battle with one of the great fire dragons of the north. The battle to send that dragon back to its homeland. Any of this ringing a bell, Wyldnight?”

“Actually, it does ring a bell.” You reply, after searching your memory for several long moments. “I do remember hearing about that fabled battle. The king at the time was the one who struck the final blow against that dragon. Was he not? The blow that sent the dragon plunging over the side of the cliff to be skewered through the heart on one of the lower peaks?”

“Exactly. Are you ready now, Wyldnight? We have a long march ahead of us and I’d like to get started.” Ash’lanti says, hefting her backpack onto her shoulder and instructing her companions to do the same.

“Yes, I’m ready. Which way are we headed?” you reply, sliding your arms through the straps of your own backpack.