Before we knew it morning had come. A knock on the door woke us up. I heard a familiar dwarven voice telling us to get out of bed. I in my infinite wisdom forgot to put my clothes back on before I answered the door. Ragnar was surprised when I answered the door naked and dick in his face.

"Bloody fucking hell Tyber put that thing away!" He yelled. At this point I am hoping that I could die a second time. This moment is more embarrassing than when I was caught as a teenager jerking it to porn by my mother. I quickly close the door and start putting my clothes on. Bradi was just starting to get out of bed too. I take a moment and admire her body and the things that she can do with it. Somehow, she looks even better in the daylight.

"Is Ragnar still at the door?" Bradi asks.

"At the moment I think he is." I replied. "Why do you ask?" I ask.

"No reason just curious." She replies with a blush that indicates there is definitely a reason.

We both walk out of the room fully clothed and ready to tackle the day. First on the agenda is finding a fourth and possibly a fifth member. While I am able to heal and do a little damage, we need another ranged melee dps and magic dps.

"Let's go to the quest board and see what we're doing today." Ragnar says.

"Before we do anything we need to get another member remember?" I ask.

"Ah, that's right. Let's go talk to Ogrid and see if they have any new members that would like to join." Ragnar stated.

The three of us started the walk over to Ogrid when Ragnar told Brandi and asked. "Can the two of yaas keep it down tonight? I couldn't get even a wee bit of sleep last night."

"That's it time to get another member" Bradi said while Ragnar laughs. We make it up to Ogrid and wait while he is busy with another person. They look new also.

"Ah perfect timing!" Ogrid said cheerfully and to the bewilderment of us three.

"Perfect timing for what?" Ragnar asks

"Meet your newest party member Frizzlar." Ogrid answered.

" Nice to meet the three of you." Frizzlar said while shaking each of our hands. Frizzlar looks like a lizardkin He was tall and muscular with the face of a crocodile.

"What is your class?" I ask.

"I am A dragoon class." Frizzlar stated

"Ah so a medium ranged DPS then." Bradi stated.

"That is correct." He said. The look he had in his eye was something that I have seen plenty of times on earth. It was the look of contempt and wariness. It should break when all of us spend time together on quest.

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"Welcome to the shit show." I told Frizzlar with a smile. "I really hope that contempt for Bradi doesn't explode like what Legris's did for Ragnar." I think to myself.

"Hey Ogrid if you get a storm mage can you send him our way? That is the last member we are looking for." Bradi asks.

"Ya I should be able to do that." Ogrid said.

"Well timesa wastin." Ragnar says. We head over to the quest board and look at what is available. After looking I ask." Can we do this F-rank caravan guard quest?"

"Eh why not I would love to stretch my legs outside of the city." Ragnar replies along with the other two's agreement.

"It's settled then." I replied and with a touch of a button on the board, we accepted the quest. It isn't paying any better than the dungeon, but I would like to see more of this world. We start to head towards the gate where the caravan is supposed to be at. While walking Bradi starts to hold my hand. For some reason, I can't help but get the feeling she is trying to show off our new relationship. I see plenty of people who look disgusted with us. It is almost like the 60's in America. The more I look around the more I see that most people keep to their own race. For all the different races that I have seen so far, I have also seen prejudice. I guess I set my hopes too high. No matter where you go prejudice and hate are common to all things with intelligence. We all tend to hate something that is different.

It didn't take us long to get to the caravan. It looks like any common wagon train. We start to look for whoever the leader of the Caravan is. So many people were running around getting things done before we take off. The leader wasn't too hard to find however. He was the halfling giving orders. "Hello sir, we are checking in as required." I told him.

"About fucking time you lot arrive." He said with a huff. The halfling then gave a whistle and swung a finger in a circle. People started swarming to the wagons. "You four walk alongside my wagon." He ordered and we did as told, and the caravan took off. I look back as we got away from my home for the last month and admired the walls surrounding the city. They look magnificent from up close and afar, though up close they walls are massive. 12 ft thick and about 20 ft tall with the guard towers adding another ten ft. Nature here is also majestic. The rolling hills with grass swaying from the ocean breeze.

The peace didn't last long sadly. "Bandits!" Ragnar yelled. I look over and they popped out of the tall grass. I did a quick head count, and they had ten in all. My party pulled out our weapons, mine just being a staff. Ragnar, Frizzlar, and Bradi charged into the fray while I stood back ready to heal any injured in the scuffle. Ragnar forced all the bandit's attention on him with his taunt skill. I cast soul snatch on one bandit that I see running towards a Gnome trader. The bandit died instantly his body falling limp, momentum sliding his corps to the feet of the petrified Gnome. I look on what I'm starting to believe is an always active party tab and look at the others health. I cast heal on Ragnar which almost heals him completely.

I turn my attention to Bradi and Frizzlar, both just reaching the clash with the bandits. Bradi goes through and slices a bandit's leg clean off which let into a slash into the next bandit that cut him from hip to shoulder. I see the life leave his eyes as his top half slid off the bottom half. She then finished off the other bandit by stabbing him in the heart. Frizzlar leaps into the air avoiding a bandit's sword. While in the air he stabs down and pierces the bandit's helmet and skull. The bandit falls limply to the ground. However, when he lands, he got a sword through his back. I spam heal to keep him alive while the other two come to rescue him. Bradi is looking like she is doing an elegant dance slicing and dodging, while Ragnar does a steady block, stab, move. The bandits were almost completely wiped out when we hear one of the most menacing laughs.

"I knew I shouldn't have hired those weaklings. If you want something done, got to do it yourself." The voice said, then a mountain of a man stood up from the grass. I cast heal on the other three I got a feeling that were going to need it.