My Next Medieval Adventure
I need Gold. This is a must. These small odds and ends jobs are simply not enough on their own. A man at the inn told me of some prospective work from a dwarf. Anything is better than slaving away in the tavern kitchen. Day in and day out for crumbs. No, its time that I reached out beyond town.
Vashley the Mystic is raised. I, Vashley, have died but am alive again! How can mine downfalls leave me with my 1st death to carry me downward dumbfounded in this work of fiction? It is mine lack of objective.