Ah, home sweet home... or so I thought. Not long after I return to my hometown, I get an eviction notice pinned to my door.
No, this isn't an eviction, it's a deportation. By the queen's orders, half-orcs are no longer welcome in the city. That includes me.
I'm forced to leave my pub and go "questing," for lack of a better word. And because pretty Ed Muskin still owes me a favor, he's coming with me.
What kind of trouble are we going to get into now, I wonder?
