"Aargh!  You guessed my name?  How can this be?Your mind is truly powerful. No one has ever spoken my true name! I will let you go,Daegon-for now! Be warned, mortal. I will return to claim you in the future and there willbe nothing that you can do to stop me!  This isn't over!"

The next thing you know, you're standing in the middle of theWayfarers' Inn back in your village.  The mess has been cleaned up and your friendsare gathered around gambling. At the head of the table is the pompous Drake.

"You," you spit accusingly.

Drake rises from the table and walks over to you crossing hisarms. 

"So you made it, did you," he says coldly.

"I knew it," you reply. "You sold me outto that monster!" Filled with rage you draw back and punch Drake across the facesending him into the gambling table causing everyone to scatter. As Drake lay sprawled outin the rubble he stairs up at you defiantly.

"It doesn't matter what you do to me, Daegon," he says."He will have you.  He will have you as his slave and there is nothing that youcan do about it."

You spit at Drake and walk out of the inn. You make your way downthe street to your house where you plan on clearing your head with a few mugs of mead.  Let them come, you think laughing to yourself.  By the time I'm done theremight not be enough of my wit to salvage!

THE END (or is it?)