<div class="floatright">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/cdn.roosterteeth.com/uploads/images/54063e01-6933-4e38-b195-d0fc28595a06/md/2181220-1448930942333-Warrior_Karsten_Face.jpg)</div>Curiosity had gotten the better of him….again! No matter how many times he told himself he was done he always seemed to find an excuse to get himself involved in shit. Shit that was awfully hard to wipe off. But he’d wavered already as he saw them stumble their way out of the tavern, wondering how two obviously out of their element girls had ended up bruised, battered and bedraggled sulking away in a small inn lamenting their misfortune.<br/><br/>Telling himself it was only to get that damn apology he was owed, but knowing it was really that annoying voice of guilt deep down, he’d followed them from a distance, watching as they stumbled along like two drunks having found a pouch full off of gold. Although if they had, they’d gotten a room. Instead another dead ass drunk found them, or his hand found a rear and then the most hilarious sight he’d ever seen ensued. It was too dark to get any details but what he saw was…interesting to say the least. A spellcaster type that was so out of it he couldn’t even wave his wand in the right direction, or well, he waved ‘one wand’ that flopped around sad and limp, versus two sorry excuses for adventurers that couldn’t even get their autoattacks to land. One even had a damn sword at hand but for some reason never even drew it.<br/><br/>The screeches could have awed a banshee, and they did seem to have an uncanny skill throwing footwear, but mostly it was hopeless flailing, stumbling and a whole lot of accidental hits and loud curses. To the side was a small spindly creature cradling his pudgy stomach and howling with laughter so wildly its huge ears clapped against the ground. In the end the dead drunk caster had fallen over, slumped against a wall with the two women standing over him, kicking him in the nuts and ass. It was unclear if the drink or the girls had been too much for him. But by the sudden, and temporary, glow around the girls he guessed it actually might have been them. But they seemed to out of it to even realize what had happened. Or perhaps they didn’t even know.<br/><br/>In the end his curiosity saw him follow them to some run down shack of an old stable on the outskirts where they vanished. So they really were desperate. Enough to decide to camp in a ramshackle half ruin that could decide to give up the ghost at any second and bury them, and their muddy asses, beneath the rotten timbers. But they were safe, sort of, and he got back to the inn. To his large, warm bed and comfy mattress to hopefully forget all about those two annoying guilt-mongers.<br/><br/>It worked. Until the innkeeper’s boy handed him a letter in the morning. Opening it had been a mistake. One that he grumbled loudly about as he strapped on his leathers and sword and slung the shield over his back, knowing he wouldn’t need the rest of his gear. On the way he grabbed half a loaf of bread and a sausage from the newly awakened cook before heading out down the street and towards the same run down shack he’d seen last night, stroking his fingers through his hair to tame it a little bit after the night’s sleep.<br/><br/>In dawn’s growing light the stables looked…every bit as rotten and ready to fall into a pile lumber as last night and he shook his head, rubbing his bristled cheek thoughtfully. Should he really?<br/><br/>With a sigh he gave in. The world had conspired enough that he recognized the sign of something inevitable, something that reeked of ‘destiny’. Carefully he pulled the doors open, letting the fresh morning light seep into the shadowy depths of the building and was met by a whiff of air pungent with the smells of old hay, oil and wood. A few steps inside and he found them, bedded down under some worn blanket that could well have been left here by the previous owners, looking if possible even worse off than the evening previous.<br/><br/>Wondering what the hell he was even doing there he leaned down over the dark haired one and poked her shoulder with a gloved finger.<br/><br/>“Rise and shine precious!”<br/>