A Bard's Tale

Your name is La Flame. Some call you just Flame. You awake in a Tavern room that is dim. the furnishing are your standard wood. The bed is warm and dry with fine cotton sheets. Suddenly you feel a presence poking under the sheets. A orcish women pokes from under the covers. "One hell of a night" you say to yourself. Bruises are covering your backside. "It was hell indeed" she says with a playful pinch. She's rather petite for a orc and fair skinned. But scars of battle cover her. Your memory quickly returns. But before you can put words to tongue she says. "Are you ready for the dungeon you seem quite content with just laying together so far". A warmth fills you. This is Alice a close party member you both had eluded some guards on a quest that got involved with politics. The plan was to meet up with the others at the city gate. Suddenly a banging is heard on the door you both scramble to grab your things. After what do you do?