"A town festival sounds lovely.... oh. There's a troll near by causing problems? Well, I'll just not go there then. Have my own festival right here on this wooden bench."

- promising this would be the last time. That if this happened again, he'd ignore his conscience and just run. It should be easy to do that, he tells himself, if only he truly believed he could be a coward just once.

-supposed to travel, write down what he saw and move on. Not help people fight off bandits. He's not some kind of hero but here he was, punching, kicking and blasting bandits until they ran away. Giacs Willower didn't wait for the smoke to clear before he was gone, leaving the village behind him-

- the window in the bathroom. He pryed it open, slipping out and running into the woods. The clash of metal, the screams and the fire pulled his attention back to the village. With a frown and a curse, he ran back to fight the bandits. He swore he wasn't supposed to get involved, that he was just-

-but he wasn't going to ask about that. He had snuck away to the bathroom, escaping the noise and the panic. He had gotten involved, the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. Giacs had to take deep breaths, in and out. When there was a knock, promising more food and drink, Giacs instead eyed-

-blade across the neck. So when Giacs, just wanting to enjoy the warm, dull mead they served, instead got up and broke their jaws, the townsfolk threw a celebration, that a hero had come. They gave him food, drink, dance and kisses. He could have also sworn that someone threw their underwear at him-

-jaw or two in the local pub. Just because he had demonstrated the ability to fight the two liaisons from the bandits who had arrived to give a fair warning to the townsfolks: there would be a raid tonight and anyone foolish enough to stick around would deal with the severe consequences. Namely, a-

The wind whistled in his ears as he ran. From the village far behind him as he heard a battle break out. Giacs Willower had told himself he wouldn't get involved. Not when the people had asked for help from roaming bandits, not when they pleaded, asking the wizard for aid. Sure, he had broken a-