I’m not sure when I realized I was telling a fantasy story, but somewhere while writing the last chapter, I dug in. In DnD terms, our quest party has a few of the requisite roles: Brian is a healer, so a kind of cleric; Bridget is a librarian, so maybe a ranger with good hygiene; Pooka is a shapeshifter, making him kinda like a Druid; Fetch is a thief, a rogue, and some kind of sorcerer — but then again, they’re all magical beings, so they can all cast spells and whatnot. And Owen is a normal human who answered a call to adventure and got into some trouble.

At any rate, here is your classic inn. What could go wrong?

Spread the joy:
Share