Quentaria

The point is, every day just feels like the same routine, with no sort of change in sight. The only thing keeping you from running screaming back home is the idea of being a famous adventurer, one arm wrapped around a bag of gold, the other held tight around a wench or three.

Today seems to be just another day at the Quentarian School for True Heroics, and the sun, just like always, is staring at you through the window, slowly burning a hole through your eyelids. It's practically been your enemy since the day you hatched, and one day... oh yes, one day, you'll get your revenge.

...But for now, there was something important you were supposed to do today. If only you could actually remember.