Grief Reflected in Memory's Destruction

"These caves are fine, I suppose," Velsia sighed, oblivious to Fred's anguish. "But there are larger caves I've been to with my father. He was a great adventurer, you know. Once slew sixty dragons in a single battle, he did!"

"And this Velsia is the most annoying sidekick yet," Fred thought darkly. "I wonder, could I get rid of her at a town somewhere? With the combat skills she's learned so far, she could make a fine living as a mercenary or a pit-brawler or.."

Aloud he said. "Where are your parents, anyway? Tending a farm somewhere back in the Kingdom?"

"Nay, both are dead," Velsia said quietly. "Trolls butchered them at the Battle of Tayrin's Field, two years ago."

"Oh.." Fred said. Then, after a while. "Trolls are vicious brutes. Our best efforts to wipe them out have been unsuccessful so far, and yet I think that after this mission..."

He paused, seeing that Velsia had started to cry.

1. Fred makes full haste to the nearest recruitment center to drop off Velsia.
2. Fred feels bad for Velsia, and decides to get her a cushy job at the King's castle.
3. Suddenly Velsia wrenches Fred's sword from its sheath and slams him in the face with the handle, sending him flying. "It's all you damn Nobles' fault! Your cavalry left the peasants to die out there that day!"
4. Suddenly an injured young mage crawls into view. "You've got to help me! Brigands have kidnapped the Lady Catelyn, and are holding her in these caves! I tried to rescue her but they were... urgh... too strong..."

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