“The next time the Temple sends me after you, I’m taking those wings of yours,” growled Sona.

“Don’t worry your pretty little face,” I winked. “If I have my way, you’ll see me later. Or more accurately, you’ll see me with a buddy.”

“For your health, you’d best be right.”

So she shoved me away, to walk in the middle of the Arizona Desert. Apparently having a smart mouth has benefits when you can convince a deity to spare your life. What was my punishment? The brand on my arm said it all really, with the mark of the Temple on it. I could kill all I wanted, but each life I took a life, the curse would activate. What was the curse? Who the hell knows.

But nevertheless, I walked into a small town that resided in the outskirts of the desert. The Temple said there was a carvatian being held there against his will. Retrieve the carvatian alive. No killing if I could help it. This used to be my hobby. Now, it’s a job.