Just a small town girl, living in a... dangerous world. Tyrannical psycho running the world? Check. Loyal and bloodthirsty followers? Check. Still, somehow, Arcantens most wanted criminal? Check. I still might not know what's going on, but at least I have three soulbonds at my beck and call. That's how it works, right? Unfortunately, no, it's not. While trying to work through these new relationships - thanks Whizz - I am still running for my life. Forced to flee to the City of Shadmere to beg the elves for assistance after humanity has turned their back on them. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't this. I still have all the questions, with no damn answers. I guess I'll just have to keep taking every hit life throws at me with a smile on my face, a penis joke on the tip of my tongue, and a few pranks hidden up my sleeve. All while trying to stay breathing. It's not going to be easy.