So I was at the inn at the Glade the other day looking for a bit of whoring and a pint or two an I thought fuk it let’s punch the inn keeper in the head an knock out the rest of the patrons for shits an giggles
Well poor old Andrew went down like a sack of spuds but why didn’t he fight me or the locals no let’s all just run for the hills peasants
An why was there no resistance from the local guards an more to the point what happens to Andrew he’s now just harf the man he was wondering around aimlessly just a disembodied soul really this is realism