Our strange hero had chosen the simple guise of a peasant for today’s excursion…  he was wearing tattered clothee,  a wide brim rain battered hat,  and his face appeared to belong to a man of at least twenty  years his senior.  From his lips hung a long bit of golden straw which he had been chewing on contentedly…  he had experienced much in his life already but it was the little things that he got the most pleasure from.  Alas though,  the simplistic life style he was pretending to have came crashing down as he looked on the proclamation that was nailed to the door of the inn that he was about to enter.<br/><br/>He read it over,  and at first a bit of a half confused look played across his face.  It didn’t sound like it made any sense…  How did a goddess loose her chastity belt?  He lost a pair of boots once…  but generally speaking he had hoped that he was a bit less responsible then a god,  especially one who represented virginity.  But here it was in the queens own words that it was missing and that the queen was searching for willing heroes.<br/><br/>The psion sighed slightly,  it looked like his vacation was over…   he’d have to be heading to the Drunken Maiden.  Now,  this didn’t mean that he wasn’t worried about the matter at hand,  but if it was true he would have preferred deflowering as many beautiful girls as possible to insure that humanity would live on for another generation at least,  but he had sworn himself to the royal house…  and despite his relatively chaotic standpoint,  he owed them a few more favors.