I think this bear wants me dead.
I followed him to a posting for caravan guards. (Me? A guard? This bear must drink more than I do!) Irritatingly enough, the caravan hadn’t arrived yet, and the flyer suggested we wait at the tavern. So, back to where I came from. I figured I was OK, since I promised the bear only one day—but he wouldn’t let me sleep until I agreed to his terms.
After a few days of waiting at the bar, we heard a scream come from outside. A few brave souls – a woman with not just one, but two swords at her waist, a mysterious magic man, and a sneaky halfling girl – ran out to see what the commotion was. I poked my nose out the window and saw a wounded child on the back of a horse. I tried to quietly sit back down, but the bear blocked my path, and pointed toward the door.
Outside, the weaver woman (I can never remember her name) told us that this was a child from a farm a short ways south of here. Thanks to the medical knowledge the bear has been telling me, I was able to stop the child’s bleeding. I asked Mrs. Weaver to go get the child’s parents, and she pointed out that the child came from his parents house – and that some heroes should probably go get his parents.
I looked at the swordswoman, the wizard, and the rouge – they looked like heroes. I turned to go back into the bar, but that damn bear…
So, after the swordswoman managed to extort 200 gold from the town elders, we went south to the child’s house. The others seemed to know what they were doing, so I followed them. They “cased the joint” (I think that’s the proper terminology), and saw some goblins, human bandits, and a wolf inside. I thought we’d… I don’t know, talk to them or something, but before I knew it, the halfling Trinh and the swordswoman Valkyri were being attacked!
Before I knew it, the bear appeared—but this time, the others saw it! It pointed out where the goblins were, and then the wizard made him roar. The goblins freaked out a bit, and the bear, wizard, swordswoman, and rogue proceeded to fight and beat them. I even punched out a guy! I didn’t know I had that in me.
By this point, a large number of townsfolk had gathered, and we gave them a prisoner, and looked for signs of where these bandits came from. One thing lead to another, and we figured out they came from an abandoned monastery to the northwest.
After a good night’s sleep – one where the bear told me my debt wasn’t paid yet – we went northwest through the mucky river. There, Trinh and I were almost killed by some crazy elves who thought we were the bandits – someone needs to teach those twig-eaters the difference between a dwarf and a goblin. We made an odd sort of truce, healed the wounds we had inflicted on each other, and continued north.