References: http://uorforum.com/threads/vop-tgc-quest-mission-love-in-the-spiritwood-reaper-invasion.19927/ http://uorforum.com/threads/failure-in-wrong.20008/ http://uorforum.com/threads/the-qamrasutra.20029/#post-184727 I was taking care of some business at the bank in Skara Brae when I heard the town crier peddling some books. That is odd... The town criers never peddle wares, they must have something really special if they risk losing their tenured city job to peddle goods while on the job. I purchase a copy and open it up to see what all the fuss was about and get hit, metaphorically speaking, in the gut. How could this be? Not my innocent Qamra... I didn't even know that bent like... oh .. what... why... My first impulse was to buy up every single copy of this vile smut and have them all burned before all of Sosaria saw, but it was too late. Even Sea C. Avenger had left his post to get a copy... Well, I did what any man would do if he discovered the love of his life was the contortionist muse and active participant in the creation of the most hardcore erotica ever to hit the shores of Brittania... I went to The Crow's Nest Tavern and I drank.... and I drank.... And I drank.... I drank every drop of liquor for sale in that tavern except the patriot lager. 1500 gold for a single bottle? Do you think me a pomp? At that point, I was so drunk that even after being repeatedly warned about Paddy's stew from just about everyone I know, I found myself deep in a second bowl of it when I blacked out. The next thing I remember is a sharp jabbing pain on my head and choking on a mixture of stew and vomit since I was laying on my back. I could barely open my eyes since it was so bright out. I sat up and when my eyes adjusted I saw a raven perched on the ground in front of me. It let out a deep, throaty "KRAAAA" and then to my surpise it spoke, "You have no time this... he is coming... he is coming", and flew off towards the South West.