"Well, well, well. Look who's up~” you hear a voice directed at your ear. The last thing you remember was having a drink with a lovely lady with crimson hair in the tavern. What happened?

"I'm sorry for the confusion, but you know I have to do this.” Liora, the witch you talked to yesterday, cupped your face in her hands. "I hope the words you said last night were true. That you'd have me as your beautiful wife.” she smirked

"I'm going to hold you accountable for flirting with me.”