Ashleigh is a rare beauty, sought after every man who meets her. When she happens upon a supposedly magical urn, she—Wait, scratch that. She's not the star of this story, I am, and I'm not a beauty. Ashleigh was a good girl, but I've read too many stories about babes and beauties. This one is about ME, a half-orc, a homely girl, and owner of a failing pub. I've given up the mercenary life, and I'm glad for that. Adventuring's not for me. A random encounter puts me back in the company of a mage I knew from my (brief) days as a mercenary. He needs my help, but I'm not much of a helper. I'm not much of anyone, actually. I'd rather be invisible. But adventure has a way of finding me... unfortunately.

Ah, home sweet home... or so I thought. Not long after I return to my hometown, I get an eviction notice pinned to my door. No, this isn't an eviction, it's a deportation. By the queen's orders, half-orcs are no longer welcome in the city. That includes me. I'm forced to leave my pub and go “questing,” for lack of a better word. And because pretty Ed Muskin still owes me a favor, he's coming with me. What kind of trouble are we going to get into now, I wonder?