“What in the heavens…” you mumbled to yourself as you put your axe into its hosteler and approached a thorn-covered building. It seemed like a castle, not a grand one like you read about in fairy tales during your youth. Approaching the structure, you noticed the vines by the entrance. There was a gap where you could enter, but not wanting to risk tearing your clothes, you chopped down the vines.

Once inside, you looked around to see if you could find anything interesting to sell at the market besides lumber. Unfortunately, you didn’t find anything interesting until you reached the throne room. There was a green-haired man sleeping in the middle of the floor. Not sure what else to do, you tried to walk him up.

After shaking, kicking, and pouring water on the sleeping, he didn’t move an inch. Much to your annoyance, you crouched down and poked his cheek.

“What will wake you up, stranger.” You did have one idea, but it wasn’t something you wanted to do.