As I stood before the gorge I couldn’t help but wonder why I had to climb down to the bottom, fight my way through a small army of the undead, find the mythical Raven’s Claw, and try to scale the smooth walls of the other side of the canyon. If it this detour is just a ‘fetch quest’ for some sword that was better used as a kitchen knife, why should I care to help this village, I thought to myself.
“Are you sure this is the only way to reach the raiders’ camp,” I asked in confusion. Snarkily, I added, “I mean, I could just build a small bridge across the ravine in less than half an hour, and still get rid of those creeps for y’all without the help of this so-called mythical sword,”
“No,” answered Victor authoritatively, “The Raven’s Claw is real! I saw the legendary blade myself, but I couldn’t get to it because of those…” He suddenly paused, and when he continued, he sounded more like a beggar than the Guard Captain he was, “… those things down there, so you’re the only one who could possibly retrieve it. And besides that, it will certainly help you along your way.”
“Well, I guess I could take a short detour. And if this blade really is as powerful as the elders claim it is, then it’s worth a shot,” I offered.
“Wish me luck,” I yelled back to Victor, while secretly wondering if I’d even be able to survive the trip to the bottom.
I s’ppose I should’ve started telling you my tale from the beginning. I mean, there’s plenty of time ‘till the tavern owner leaves for the night, an’ I can easily talk ‘im into stayin’ late for a story. Well, pull up a stool, ‘n’ get comfy, cause it’s a long story…
My name is James. I’ve still got the gear I used in this- Hey! Don’t touch that! It’s enchanted to… separate the soul from… the body. Well, great. But at least you learned a lesson here, didn’t you? Don’t play with sharp stuff; grip the handle, not the blade. Anyway, I’ll fix your problem in just a sec; I have to find the right charm first. Ah, here it...