So here I was, in a tavern about to drink my sorrows away. A right failure of an elf. For gods’ sakes I was named Relf the R stands for rescue dammit! Yet I get to that cursed tower of constructors after following the trail of some donkey and a bunch of too heavy stepping for their own good adventurers and where do I end up? Right what I'm looking for! I hear some Dame named Dama paid for an expedition from the Yoedlands into this tower to recover elven artifacts or some nonsense. I never was one for history, but history worth risking your life for? This Dama has to be either rich and bored out of her mind, or rich and knows something I don't. Anyways, anyways I enter the tower all stealthy like since I'm thinking she either perished here and I can get a quick nab of her loot, or these undead folks captured her. If the former is true I'd have written off as a loss but all signs pointed to the latter and the R does stand for rescue after all.
So I creep past some dead ghouls into a cave and through an old broken wall when what do I find? The girlie had escaped! All the locks busted, old corpse blood everywhere up and gone. I had a plan for that elf dammit, I was to rescue her and become one of her knights! Always wanted to be a knight, I got the eyes for it I've been told. So I hear that this redwood is the place to go to drown your sorrows and here I am. But enough about my perils, dwarf what brings you here drinking so late? Wonderful Hat by the way.