In a time that is not now…
In a place that is not here…
In a world parallel to ours…
…adventurers are trying
to live out their dreams.
There is a party of adventures…
…and this is the story of their journey.
Their goal is…
…not yet set.
No…
Father…
Mother…
No…
Father!
Mother!
It was…
…a dream.
I’m Pastel G. King.
I am an adventurer.
My roles in our party
are poet and topographer.
We’re a real low-level
party and we’re always broke.
I write about our little adventures
and get my stories published.
And, all that money
goes to our party’s fund.
Well, I’m not a
very good topographer…
Actually, I have a really
bad sense of direction.
I’m always getting us lost.
Oh, well.
Anyway, this is a town called Dorma.
Our party members Clay and
Trapp were born and raised here.
It was really late when
we got home last night.
But Trapp’s mom stayed up for us.
Pastel, are you still in bed?
Huh?
Trapp, don’t you ever knock?
What are you talking about?
We’ve been through so much together.
What’s the point of being polite now?