Im hooked

Or he will have established several centuries of precedent that a dragon can be a trusted and valuable member of the community. "You're the DRAGON?" "Um. Yeah." "... So. Now we know, you won't need to run off on us so often?"

a part two either just after or a little later that shows Robali thinking back on this moment and seeing how right her predecessor was would be kinda cool.

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Wheelie...

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Remember how many Villains came about because no one would let them use their powers or showed them the way or simply crapped on them when they tried.

Is it too far fetched to think that new Hero's could not come about the same way? :)

Love it!

I love how the villager grasped the idea of the player being a god/spirit/demon/lost soul possessing the hero

Lizzy slides off the bench and scooches over to Adam. "So, Bartholomew, you wanna tell me what that was all about?"

"...I had a dream we got married," said Adam.

"Really," said Lizzy, "I couldn't tell, the giant black bear looked just like my dad."

"It was right after I got cursed," said Adam, "at first it just blended in with the other thoughts, but after a while, I dunno, it got stronger. I'd be thinking about something completely unrelated and the dream would just push itself to the front of my mind."

"Why didn't you tell me...?" said Lizzy.

"Because I...I didn't want to ruin this," interrupted Adam. "For better or for worse, you are my best friend, bar none. I've known you since freshman year and you've made my life better, even when I came home broken, bruised, and bleeding from when we tried to make homemade soup, I still had a great time because it was with you. I didn't want to risk..." Before Adam could finish, Lizzy grabbed him by the face and kissed him.

"No you idiot," yelled Lizzy, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?! For twelve years I've had a crush on you, TWELVE YEARS! I've always told myself that if you had wanted to you would have said something or at least given me a hint, but nothing, nada. Do you have any idea how..." Lizzy noticed that Adam was still dazed by the kiss. Several clouds flew out of his head displaying fireworks. Lizzy lightly slaps him on the cheek. "Hey, wake up! I'm venting some pent-up frustration and I..." Adam kissed Lizzy back, almost knocking her to the ground. "For the record, you're getting an earful tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" asked Adam. Lizzy pulls him in close by his shirt collar.

"Did I stutter?!" said Lizzy.

"Tomorrow it is then," said Adam. The two continue kissing as a dozen cloud hearts float above them.

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An exhausted Adam and Lizzy slow down to a stop at the end of a sidewalk.

"Good thing those things make good distractions," said Lizzy. "Also, please tell me you didn't eat that burger."

"Uhhhhh," said Adam as a cloud flew out of his mouth playing the sound of violent vomiting. Adam waved the cloud away frantically.

"Come on, man, you're supposed to be the smart one," said Lizzy.

"Uhhh, Look! hot dogs! You love hot dogs," yelled Adam as he pointed to a hot dog kart parked at a park. Lizzy looks at the kart and then back at Adam.

"You know me so well," said Lizzy. The two walk over to the kart, Adam buys two hot dogs and hands them to Lizzy. Adam pays for the hot dogs and when he turns back to Lizzy her cheeks are stuffed. She smiles as she swallows. Another small cloud forms next to Adam still playing 'Hear Comes The Bride,' But is quickly blown away by Lizzy's meat burp.

"Gross!" said Adam, laughing. Adam buys himself another hot dog and the two find a park bench on a hill to sit on. Adam and Lizzy spend hours talking, laughing, and waving away clouds until the sun starts setting.

"...and that's the last I saw of Roberto," said Lizzy, "Hopefully he's out there saving others from my fate. Anyway, how was your weekend?"

"Nothing crazy," said Adam, "E-mails, video games, not getting banned from the zoo by feeding the peacocks bread."

"They looked hungry!" yelled Lizzy, "I swear, they're not feeding those animals properly..." As Lizzy goes off on another rant, Adam focuses completely on her, not missing a word. So much so that he doesn't notice the extra large flat screen-sized cloud floating above him. Lizzy looks behind Adam, seeing the fully formed cloud and blushing hard.

"There's a cloud right behind me isn't there?" asked Adam. Lizzy nodded. Adam turned around to see a beautiful forest wedding, him as a tin man in a suit watching Lizzy in a green and white wedding dress walk down the aisle with a nine-foot black bear giving her away. Adam tries to fan the cloud away but it moves out of his reach. The podium transforms into a mecha priest.

"Do you, Lilla Zenith Cross, take Adam to be your husband?" asked Mecha Priest. Lizzy's mouth is covered by a censor bar as she talks. "And do you, Bartholomew Drew Adams, take Lizzy to be your wife?"

"I do," said Dream Adam.

"Then, with the power invested in me, sponsored by Sony," said Mecha Priest, "I now pronounce you Boss Bitches, you may now throw the wedding grenade!" Mecha Priest's chest opens up to reveal a diamond-crusted grenade. Adam takes the grenade and presents it to Lizzy, she pulls the pin. Adam pulls Lizzy close as he throws the grenade into the air. The two kiss as the grenade goes off, destroying the cloud.

"Whoa," said Real Lizzy, redder than a tomato. She looks at Adam who is hunched over on the ground, faces firmly planted in his hands. "Your first name is 'Bartholomew?'" Adam lets out the loudest groan possible.

I didn't initially think he was talking to me. He never spoke to me, let alone looked at me, before. That was until I caught him making piercing eye contact with me while I emptied the trash in his office. I cleared my throat, "Excuse me?"

Chief Wicked didn't usually care to repeat himself but this time, he didn't seem phased in the slightest. He calmly said for the second time, "I haven't had a successful plans in years. All the stuff I come up fails miserably. Things just keep working out in my favor. I say 'all according to plan' just to look like I know what I'm doing."

"I'm sure that's not true at all, Chief Wicked! You've had so many successful plans, you're a criminal mastermind!"

"Oh yeah? Whats your favorite?" Hed asked, in the same skeptical tone as a man asking a teenage girl in a Metallica shirt to name five of their songs.

I tried to rack my brain. The truth was I was just a janitor at Chief Wicked's secret headquarters. The most evil thing I did was sometimes skip recycling. "Well, uh, I heard someone in the cafeteria say you orchestrated a bank robbery last week! With loads of civilian casualties. Thats pretty cool."

Chief Wicked slammed his fist on the desk, noticeably denting the wood. He raised his voice, "That's exactly what I'm talking about! That bomb wasn't supposed to go off at all! it was a total fluke; I actually wanted the money! And now everyone is like 'wow, this guy is so chaotic, he robbed a bank just to blow up all the money.' People are calling it a radical communist statement! And I had to embrace that shit to avoid the embarrassment. Shit fucking sucks, man." By the end of his rant, he was actually crying.

Here was the supposed most evil man alive, whining to me like a toddler. My daughter was going to get suck a kick out of this. She always called him "Chief Stupid" and the juvenile joke never got old with us. But still, he was my boss, and he offered a relatively generous benefits package, "Im sorry to hear that, sir." I pushed my yellow janitorial cart toward the door of his office, "I better be going now."

"No, no, don't go". I heard the sound of a drawer being opened. When I turned around, he had a gun in his hand and was using the back of that same hand to wipe his teary eyes. "It really feels good to let this shit out sometimes. My wife always tells me, 'Jerry, you gotta be more vulnerable' and goddamnit when she's right, she's right."

"Please- you don't have to- I promise I'll never tell anyone the truth" I was shaking, my hand gripping the broom handle for dear life.

"Sorry, pal, not worth the risk."

Okay now I'm hooked, this tickles my Isekai itch so much.

Always a delight to read your stories

I liked the concept, nice one!

I've been planning this score for six months and I practically had everything accounted for. In the vault of the Lilith Liberty bank are 3 beautifully cut diamonds that came from the Icarus meteor about five years back.

The diamonds are sealed in a Plexiglass box that if not removed properly will have the vault dispense sleeper gas which sets off the alarm. To even access the vault you need the get the right rental and handprint scan at exactly 4:22 pm Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday while the other days are opened at 5:38 pm.

Every other bank teller has a button which will set off the alarm locking the vault and notifying the police, there is a total of 7 buttons. With the help of the building's electrical planning along with paid individuals there are a total of 93 cameras four of them in the vault room 20 in the bank's main lobby while the rest of the cameras are in hallways offices and around 32 outside for maximum security.

Needless to say I had planned out every possibility and had found 3 options with 83 to 97 percent success rate. We were ready, Danny being the technological genius would be able to disable security long enough for us to enter and exit without suspicion, and if suspicion were to arise he would be able to disrupt communication giving us more time to work with, and in the vault he will disable the counter measures so that the gas and alarm will not go off.

Jessie was gifted with the ability to take on different forms, she will be able to take the bank owner's form so that we can get pass hand print and retina scanner, she can also use this to slip past bank security and staff.

Rox is the muscle. Born with superhuman strength she will act as both the enforcer and the power tool. She can bend steel like it's nothing and with that not only will people stay in line but should also help for when the bank gets a bit rebellious.

Then there's me, Lance, I have always had a gifted mind even when I was young. I have taken basically everything into consideration.

So you can imagine our surprise when four other people come to rob the same bank for the same diamonds, We were not about to let our score be taken from us by some cheap copies.

With a team like ours we wiped the floor with them, we were about to quickly go and rob the bank but someone from outside the bank must have heard the commotion because the Heroes show up shortly after.

We were preparing for the worst, I could even recognize Miss Olympia from a run in a while ago, However, to our surprise they hailed us as brave heroes taking down some villains who were going to pull the heist of the century.

I quickly chimed in to save our asses, "We couldn't let these villains rob the Lilith Liberty bank it is against our morels", "How did you know about this and get here before us?" Miss Olympia spoke starring into my soul as if to say I KNOW to me. "We've been casing this crew when one of us saw suspicious activity at this bank" I quickly produced trying not to give away the fact that we were going to do the same thing to this bank.

After nearly thirty minutes of praise and question we had all dispersed into the city going home or back to base.

When arriving home I was met face to face with Miss Olympia who had a smug look on her face. "How bout you tell me what y'all were really doing at that bank" she said that southern accent of hers.

It was gonna take me all of my brain power to talk out of this one and the only thing that my mind can process at this moment is "shit".

Adam and Lizzy were hanging out at their usual gross dinner for their weekly lunch. The two sit across from each other in their favorite booth. Adam starts talking when a small cloud forms next to his head. He quickly noticed and fanned the cloud away.

"Thought bubbles still giving your trouble, huh?" said Lizzy.

"God, you have no idea," said Adam. "I have to be on high alert every time I'm around people. If I even look at someone a stupid cloud forms." As if on cue, another cloud forms on the other side of his head and he waves that one away too.

"At least you've gotten better at dealing with it," said Lizzy. "A year ago you barely noticed that they were there. Remember when Mac had to give that presentation and you remembered how he crapped his pants at the middle school dance?"

"They called him 'Brown Town' for months," said Adam. "I still apologize every time I pass his office."

"At least he forgave you," said Lizzy. "Remember your old boss, Mrs. Grey."

"I wish I didn't," said Adam as another cloud formed above his head. Lizzy pointed at it and Adam swatted it away like the rest. "She didn't deserve to get publicly outed in front of the whole store like that."

"On the bright side," said Lizzy, "She seems really happy with her new husband."

"She married the busboy?!" said Adam.

"If you mean the 'aspiring screenwriter,' then yes," said Lizzy, letting out a small giggle. Adam slammed his face on the table. Another, slightly larger cloud appeared over Adam and Lizzy swatted it away. "Hey, think of all the good this curse has done for you. You helped your brother and dad make up."

"Stubborn idiot, only can honest when he's on death's door and thinks no one can hear him," said Adam.

"And what about Lee's and Ann's wedding?" said Lizzy.

"Oh, man! I nearly forgot about that," said Adam. Another large cloud popped into existence playing 'Here Comes The Bride.' Adam blows it away.

"Bet they're really happy you remembered their first kiss," said Lizzy.

"I bet they're happier I closed my eyes when I did," said Adam.

"Hey, you have a working mouth and one of them has working ears," said Lizzy, "You could have said something." The two laughs as a cloud the size of a TV appears behind Adam, still playing 'Hear Comes The Bride.' Adam grabs his menu and fans it away. He sits back down exhausted.

"Something on your mind, champ?" said Lizzy.

"Nothing, just another thought wanting to get out of the old brain palace," said Adam. Lizzy glares at him with suspicion. "What?"

"You only talk like an old man when you're hiding something," said Lizzy, "Come on, spit it out, It might help." Adam blushes hard as several small clouds appear around the booth, all playing 'Hear Comes The Bride.' Before any of the clouds take shape, Adam huffs and puffs and blows them all away with the help of his menu. A greasy, fat old man pokes his head out of the kitchen.

"Hey!" yelled the old man, "I worked hard for that C- rating! If you can keep your head out of the clouds then get out!" A cloud appears in the middle of the dinner, showing the old man handing Adam a burger.

"Why is the cheese green?" asked Past Adam.

"Well, in honor of the only author I respect," said the past old man, "I'm doing green meals!"

"Oh, that's cool I guess," said Past Adam. "So, how did you get the food dye in the cheese?"

"Food dye?" said the past old man. The present old man leaped at the cloud, making it disappear. When he gets up he stares at the now-empty booth.

Ooh what if it's to balance a reality-warping ability?

Love the bit of extra lore lol, I had no idea about this. No worries though, the fondness really comes from the character and her way of dealing with the looming tragedy, and the world is beautifully fleshed out, so again, really loved the read!

More of "The Bad Guys" for me. Again, different premise.

So, I'll admit to "cheating" a little bit, due to the "game world" nature of the prompt. I was heavily inspired by Final Fantasy XIV, where the community affectionately refers to new players as "Sprouts"; including "borrowing" location names wholesale.

>!The events Sprout talks about happening are an actual story beat in-game, to introduce one of the major antagonists going forward.!<

But while there is an NPC named Ranulf, you don't interact with him outside of a few unrelated quests.

“So you’re finally admitting it huh? Look Boss. I am your employee, yes, but we are also friends.”

“Of course. We’ve been friends over 15 years!”

“Exactly. I know you better than you know you. There is not one superhero left in the city. You set out to capture them all, and now you’ve gotten rid of them. The city is now your oyster. But you’re still unhappy. And you know why?”

Boss looked irritated. “Well you don’t have to be an asshole about it. Things just work out for me but not how I want.”

“Exactly that. The real problem is that your heart is not in it anymore. Your inventions are half baked. They never resolve. The plans fall through because you constantly get lucky.”

Boss looked unhappy.

“I know. I get lucky. But I still do evil things with my inventions.”

“Boss. I’m going to level with you right now: You are not actually evil.”

“What?” Boss laughed. “What’s this about me not being evil? I am evil.”

I laughed. “See there’s your problem. You think you are but you are not.” I leaned over the desk and poured us both a glass of whiskey. “Give me a light.” Boss used a tiny laser to light my cigarette. He scowled at me though.

“Look Frank. I am evil. It’s literally my entire life.”

“I’m evil. Your entire life is being a brilliant, comically chaotic engineer who is lying to himself everyday. You’re not even happy that you have every single superhero trapped in a stasis field after shrinking them. They’re decorating your damn shelves like Funkopoops or whatever the kids call them. Why are you even keeping them alive?”

He couldn’t answer that because he knew it was fucking stupid. I went and fetched their cute little shrunken jail cells and placed them on the desk. They all sounded like little ants.

Boss got mad. “And what exactly makes you evil me not?”

“If you really want to do this let’s play ball.” I sat back and point my cigarette at him. “You need to rob a bank. What’s your plan?” I sat back cross legged.

He laughed. “Well of course I will build a contraption to burrow underneath the bank and extract the money into the machine. Then get away. Except last time the drill accidentally got stuck. Eventually the building collapsed after everyone left so that the vault fell just right into the drill door opening. That was a pretty lucrative accident.” He thought back fondly. “So, what is it you would do?”

I didn’t hesitate. I took a drag. “Now this is just a rough draft off the top of my head. So. I would learn the entire layout of the bank and how to open the vault. Then I would take my team, outfit them with automatic guns, cut the power to the bank, walk into the lobby. Lock the doors and murder everyone as soon as possible except the two tellers who both have the vault keys. Then I would kill the bank manager in his office and lock it because he’s a little bitch. (My cousin, you see). Then the tellers, held at gunpoint, would open the vault. We take everything to drivers in the parking garage connected to the vault with prepared nondescript gray and black sedans after I shoot the two tellers. Then we lock them in the vault. We change clothes. We leave slowly. Never rush.”

My boss just blinked at me.

“I got another one for you. I know you hate Laserman. He’s a real riot that one but he always gets in the way. Explain to me how you stole the Evercrystal from him last week.”

My boss shook his head as if casting off some kind of bad memory. “Well last time I caught him in my clutches, I told him exactly what I thought of him for a few minutes. My henchman held him over a tank of sharks. Unfortunately one of the henchman slipped and dropped Laserman into the pool but he managed to get out. He ran but dropped the Evercrystal, which fell from his pocket you see. Whew that was a lucky one.”

“I would have shot him in the face and took the Evercrystal, then drop kicked his corpse into the shark tank. Then I would sleep easy.”

Boss was starting to look uncomfortable.

“What about how you stole the Ancient Greek Gilded Discus from Discusandra?”

“I used a mechanical lasso to catch her out of the sky. The lasso actually missed catching her but it did hit a telephone pole which hit her on the head, knocking her out cold. I grabbed the discus that way.” He folded his arms. “Wait. Let me guess how you would have handled it?”

I gestured for him to continue.

“You would have shot her in the face and took it?”

I hit my knee. “Damn right! But not in public. I would have hired a professional sniper, someone discreet, to shoot her out of the sky over an open field. She lives in the country side and owns acres and acres of land. No witnesses out there since it’s her lair, which you already know the address to! I would have collected the stupid glorified frisbee and buried her on her own property.”

Boss looked disturbed.

“You see what I’m getting at? You are playing games out here with all of this: These inventions. These toys of yours. These genetically modified animals. These robots and all this shit. Pure mad science okay? But the fact is that you’re still not evil.”

Boss tried to talk back, but his face went white as a sheet when I pulled out a revolver.

“Let’s play Russian Roulette. Only all the bullets are for you.”

I showed him the chamber, which had all six bullets. I aimed the revolver at his face point blank.

“Wait no—“

I shot every single shot, point blank, in quick succession. He dodged three fucking bullets, my hand slipped on the forth shot, the fifth ricocheted off the table into the ceiling right after that, and the last jammed the gun.

Boss had his hands over his head cowering.

“What the fuck Frank! What the fuck are you doing?!” he yelled.

I threw the revolver behind me.

“TELL ME WHAT A GOOD FUCKING SHOT I AM!!” I screamed. My chest was heaving.

“You never miss!” He cried, hands still over his head. “You’re the best shot I know!”

“Exactly. I never ever miss, especially at point blank range.” I calmed myself, smoothed my clothes. Fixed my tie.

“You’re not evil. You’re beyond lucky. But not just any kind. Supernaturally. Like superhero lucky.”

He seemed to be in shock at that. “Now Frank, don’t do anything rash,” he warned.

“Rash? Rash? That’s literally part of my job description. So where exactly do you think this leave us Boss? Every one of us in this organization has been following your lead because we thought your evil, cold, dark heart was in this. But that ship has sailed, long ago in fact.“

His face started to go slack.

“What’s wrong wit my face?”

“I have been trying to poison you for the last couple months. Of course you have been lucky enough not to get sick thus far.”

I stood up and walked toward him. He looked horrified at the whiskey. Of course he backed away. “M- rms. Ca-mov.” I pulled his rolling chair around to the front of the desk. I went behind the desk where I belonged.

“It’s been a pleasure being your friend all these years. But by your own admission, we need to get rid of all the superheroes. Technically you’re the last one left. I would be insubordinate and remiss to ignore your directives, correct?”

He whimpered.

I laughed. “I genuinely tried to just shoot you in the face which is what I do best. You saw me do it. It didn’t work. So we will use your own invention.”

I reached under the desk and pulled a lever. A trapdoor appeared right in front of him but the chair ever so slightly rolled just out of range. Of course. Lucky bastard.

“See this is what evil planning is about. If you’re lucky, you’ll die a quick painless death. Or you’ll be lucky enough to live through the pain long enough to be rescued and nursed back to health. Who knows? Luck works all sorts of ways.”

I walked around to his chair and tipped his body into it.

I watched as he plummeted to his death by spikes. And then an incinerator came on. I went and grabbed those tiny little superheroes one by one fed them into the fire for good measure. I did not take my eyes off the trap until there was nothing but bones.

Guess his luck ran out. And so did theirs, frankly.

you kidding me!” I scream. “This is insanity!” I growl. There’s so many rhymes it should be a crime. “It’s okay honey… it’s not that bad.” My mom tries to reassure me. My sister, Maria snorts. “You should have heard how his thoughts just rhymed.” I glare at her. She can barely control her ability, she’s still an amateur. Who is she to make fun of my power? With that rhyme, my mood sours. “It’s not funny.” I say, feeling crummy. “Yes it is, and I’m not an amateur!” Maria scowls. She’s still embarrassed by the time she accidentally eavesdropped on a thought about bowels. “Stop fighting.” Mom interrupts. “You can still be part of the team, even if your power isn’t useful.” “And do what?” I stomp my feet. “I can’t keep these rhymes shut!” “You don’t need to have a strong superpower. There’s plenty you can do without one.” My dad offers. “Like… reassuring civilians!” I frown. I always wanted to fight villains, not comfort civilians! My mood goes down. Out of a billion possibilities, I’d never considered my power could be so useless. All these rhymes are causing me stress. I did it again! If I can’t stop form rhyming then- Oh no. I’ve hit a new low. I’ll never speak normally, I think forlornly.

"Good day brave hero! As always, so wonderful to see you in my humble pub."

The innkeep was a plump man, rather plain in all aspects. So plain, the only thing you could guess with certainty about his character was that he surely was not particularly good nor bad at anything.

"Thanks... I just.. can't help but think..." the Adventurer muttered, "Are we born as only to be transient machinations in an enormous whole, a predetermined world in which the only reasonable outcome is one that follows a plan that has already been strictly delineated?"

"Yes! Very well put my friend. And, pray tell, what does 'delineated' mean?" The innkeep was also not a particularly sharp fellow.

"What I mean to say is, what happens when it's all over? Sure, we all know one day we will live our final day, but are we really ready for that? Can we be?"

The innkeep's brow furrowed. He liked the Adventurer for slaying the dragon that had been stealing kegs of the inn's finest liquors, but the hero had a way with words that didn't really lead one to feelings of relaxation or pleasure.

"Such matters I can't be trusted to discuss my friend! Growing up here in Augertowne, I didn't exactly receive a good education," guffawed the innkeep.

"Perhaps that's it... perhaps in each of us exists an intrinsic value, one that we are in fact acutely aware of, however seeming unconscious it may be. This inscrutable feeling, decided by genetics and pure chance, dictates whether or not one's life could be considered worthy," mused the Adventurer.

Always with the poetry! He thought he was so blasted clever. And ever since he had that quest with the roving salesperson that happened to be the leader of the growing eugenics group, the Adventurer was saying more and more extreme ideas. The innkeeper said, trying to hide his growing frustration, "Sir, I'm frankly not very sure what you're talking about."

"Ah, that angers you. Typical."

"Anger? Never my friend! You have done me many a service."

"Enough. I am a powerful man, more so than the townspeople can even fathom. And I have just realized that this village may no longer be in need of my services."

The innkeeper's eyes narrowed. He and several other men from the village had stumbled upon a terrible truth last night. The Adventurer, who had helped them so much, was found frozen in time, face expressionless. The group hid out of sight and watched. An ethereal aura floated in front of the hero, words pointed at with a ghostly arrow.

INVENTORY <-

SAVE GAME

ABOUT

The arrow moved down, selecting "ABOUT." The villagers watched in silent disbelief as words formed in front of the stock-still Adventurer.

GAIA IS AN RPG EXPERIENCE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE LATEST IN RealLife BRAIN STEM VR TECHNOLOGY. OUR SYSTEM DOES AWAY WITH MEMORY LIMITATIONS BY CREATING NEW AND DELETING OLD LANDSCAPES FOR THE PLAYER TO EXPLORE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. RealLife: A NEW VISION. FEEL. LIVE.

The men backed away, by some miracle not being noticed by the standing specter of the hero's body. Technology, story, deletion - if the Adventurer left, would their village really be destroyed as the aura had said? They decided they couldn't find out.

Odd jobs, anything would do. The chickens are out. Barbara needs a new wedding dress for her big day tomorrow! Wait, I can't find my glasses!

But it wasn't enough. The townsfolk knew the hero would grow tired of these menial tasks. There would have to be a more permanent solution.

Palms slick with nervous sweat, the innkeep's portly hand wrapped around a well-loved butcher's knife.