The room was barely illuminated, almost dark. I hardly couldn't open my eyes, everything hurt and I felt a little dizzy as well. I tried to remember anything but still couldn't get along with the fuzzy pictures circling around my head.
I was lying on a small bed – a neat piece of furniture within a neat little house. I heard some voices downstairs, guess It would be a man's voice. He was calling for someone. I decided to get up and take a look.
The man was already waiting when I went down. He was a bit shorter than me, pointed face, pretty skinny, ears of an...Elf?!
Turned out I landed in a place called West Harbour and the man introduced himself as my foster father Daeghun. Dark Memories flooded my mind and I still could barely sort them. Last thing I remembered was a sentence like: "This might be your last challenge..."
I just nodded when he meanwhile went on explaining what I – or Emely, as he called me - should do with a bunch of furs concerning a specific merchant. I began to realise that this must be one of those stupid training lessons my tutors described as "mind forming" and "particular helpful for further development". Finally I should play a god-damn hero – all right, there we go! Only thing which made me deeply grateful that all of this wasn't real at all and may come to an end. It was just another stupid task on the way of becoming a watchmen. All I had to do was functioning – properly, as it came to my mind.
I did was I was expected to: I traded with the merchant and took part in some stupid kind of harvest fair with my so-called-friends and companions. While passing through the tutorial I had time to figure out my "Emely": She was a human, round about 20 and – best of it – a rouge. Better than I expect, so I didn't need to waste my time on pretending being nice and everybody's darling. I went through the tasks, took part in archery-contests and knocked some bullies around to win the harvest cup. The tutorial ended and it almost felt like becoming part of it. I really could get used to it – until someone woke me up in the middle of the night, screaming and shouting, telling me I should gather my stuff and put on my armour.
West Harbour was attacked – by dwarfs and bladelings. Village's own militia and almost every single inhabit tried to defend themselves – which includes me, so I could test my skills with the dagger. It was a pretty slack fight: just a view harbour-men died and round about a dozen got harmed badly. Only one of the creatures – a mage, I guessed – said something which attracted my interest: He couldn't find what he was looking for...Whatever it means, it should be important for the rest of my upcoming way.
Afterwards my "foster father" sent me out to fetch some shiver for him hidden in a ruin in the swamp. I wasn't in the mood to argue – obviously he wasn't that kind of understanding father-figure which like to read fairytales with his daughter sitting on his lap – so I did what I was told. Getting that piece of crystal wasn't that easy as I thought, but together with my "friend" Bevil we managed to knock down the lizardfolk which was settling the ruins and got the damn shiver. But instead of explanations after we returned, Daeghun just gave another order: I should take that damn stone and bring it to Neverwinter - to get it checked by a wizard. A rouge wouldn't be a rough without any struggle so we discussed a little before I started my journey all alone. Just with a lot of questions and fears in my baggage.
