I’ve lost count of how many healing potions I’ve consumed since last night. The majority of my bruises have disappeared, but I can still feel the rawness inside me. I don’t look so hot, either.

If it weren’t for my promise to Rita, I would just be hiding out somewhere today. Both my arms feel like they’re made of stone.

I see Buster napping by the entrance to Rita’s cottage, and when I get closer, I see that he’s not alone. Rita, for a change, is also sitting outside, enjoying the ...