I’m awake, and all my wounds are healed.

This is the same room I slept in last night.

I get off the bed I was out cold on, and put some clothes on.

Sweet lord, I need a drink.

How long was I asleep?

I exit the room and walk down the creaky steps.

I see the bartender and Slade.

The bar maid is missing, she’s usually here at all hours.

Who is this girl to the owner?

I look over to the bartender and ask, “Where is the bar maid and what is she to you?”

He gives me my answer, “She’s my daughter, I wanted her to take over the family business when I kick the bucket, but now she is joining the mob.”

I’m gonna save her, I must save her!

Wait, I don’t even know the bar maid’s name.

Turning around I ask the bartender, “What is your daughter’s name?”

“Her name is Medi Cide, and the mob wanted her because her magic type is pure healing.” The bartender says with a depressing tone.

I walk back up the noisy stairs, and I grab my sword.

“Come with me Slade, we got a job to do.”

Slade asks, “Don’t you need new armor!?”

He shouldn’t ask stupid questions like that.

I feel Slade’s hand on my shoulder.

I look at him, and he says, “Think about this for a second, you don’t have any armor, and you are about to fight the entire mob of Reby!”

He brings up a good point actually.

Money is not exactly something I got currently though.

I let out a sigh, “You’re right, but I don’t have the money to get armor.” I tell Slade.

“I have a leather chest piece you can use.” The barkeep comments.

“I’ll take that then.” I say back to him.

Alright, we are now somewhat prepared with four restore potions, and ten throwing knives.

I think we’re ready to take on the mafia of Reby.