You're alive. Unbelievable, but true none the less. A moment ago you were on borrowed time hanging for your life on top a rotten tree, dangling only a knifes throw away from the growing murder of the living dead waiting for you to drop. Desperation had brought you to this destitute and ancient battle site, where the residual magic of earth shattering spells refuse to let the dead slumber. It is here where deathroot grows among the spell fused bones of shattered dead. In deep debt to the local thugs, it was your only hope for the copper you needed to save your skin. You damn this accursed swamp with whats left of your energy. You curse the loan sharks that forced you here with your possible last breath. You hate yourself for your lack of self control.

When rescue came, it was from a source as contrived as the one that got you here. A wizard of some power walked through the heavy mist and made short work of the rabble. Fire and lightning shot out from his hands and onto your would be murders as easy as coins came out from yours and onto gambling tables. So overwhelmed with your second chance at life you dropped down into the mud and scorched remains, and quickly moved to thank the wizard. The hero you found was not what you expected, you had assumed such power must have come from a wizened old man in saggy robes and a pointed hat, what you got was a short young man wearing exotic clothing. His face was gaunt and tired, and he barely found the energy to outstretch his hand and...

"Reward?"

A reward? You have none to give, not a copper to your name. Thats why you are out here after all. Your answer does not please him, he takes a moment to answer while taking a long time to blink.

"Oh.. Alright."

He answered before walking away once again into the mist.