A few months later....

"I hate quests.", you say as you set down. Your old red riding hood was destroyed in a conflict involving a Brazilian drug smuggling cartel and the invasion of our dimension by an army of rampaging ogres. You then bought a plain grey hood that was eventually stained back to a nice brownish crimson from all the combat you had recently seen. Wiping off the ancient blade of some unknown ancient hero, you step out of the cave with the head underneath your arm. Luke trots behind you decked out in the only wolf based armor ever created.

"Well, we've saved multiple worlds now, this damn well better be the head!", you say as you march back to Kitty's house of topless mages.

Several weeks later....

"I'm sorry, but that isn't the head for this particular mage.", Kitty says shaking her head sadly. another happy mage with a restored heads leaves the home, whole once again.

"I'm sick of this! I'm just going to....to.....", you say nearly bursting with rage. You do so hate long quests.

Written by Shane Wheeler

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