If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. "Stand back, people." I said. "I'll handle this." I cautiously stepped forward."Your Majesty," I began. "We were traveling within the Catacombs beneath the human city of Yarfell when were attacked by Rock Creatures. They were going to capture us and have us sacrificed to their deity, Agoag. I myself had traded my life in exchange for my friends' safety, and was led to their sacifical altar, where I met your adopted daugher, Meeyatha Delasine. We were about to be thrown into their flames when my friends rescued us. During the battle, your daughter was greatly injured and we were fortunate to have escaped with our lives. Afterwards, the fairy Fairalin and myself combined our powers to heal her wounds. We feel she will live, but it is not certain. We were bringing her back to her people when we were attacked by orcs, met with another traveler and escaped the catacombs as they flooded with molten lava. Your followers were about to have us turned into pin cushions when Dungeon Master interviened and brought us before your presence." I made a slight bow to show respect.
"And just what would you be doing down in these catacombs?" the king asked as several of his followers went to get Meeyatha.
"We were searching for Yarfell's legendary enchanted staff." I continued. "The force known as Venger seeks to dominate Yarfell and we need the staff to combat him and his armies." Please let this king be reasonable...
