I awoke with the worst hangover I’ve ever had, and no recollection of anything past my third cosmopolitan...
And a giant sword, I also had a giant sword.
Eventually, once I staggered out of my tent (tent?), I was greeted by a Wizard, who informed me that only I could end the reign of the mad king Lentorius.
And that I’d already agreed, while drunk, to do so.
So yeah, that’s weeks of my life spoken for now.
I swear, and this time I mean it.
This is the last time I go drinking at the Destini bar after work…