You couldn’t go back from that… You just… couldn’t. Or Handy couldn’t at least. Was that not what he wanted, in truth? Glory, honour, fame, riches, prestige, and power? Wasn’t that what adventurers sought? Wasn’t that why he had bought into all those power fantasies when he was younger? As much as he hated the land he was in, he had to admit that he was actually having the time of his life. Which was odd when one thought about it. One often read stories about someone wishing to go on a great adventure, meet hardship, regret their decision and desire to just go back home and start a farm or some nonsense like that at the end of it.