I was not meant to be this way. I was never meant to be cursed. When I think back to what has happened to me, it squeezes my blood. I can always remember that faithful day. My blood rotted inside of me. A hole was formed within my chest. I grip it. My inners bled like sand. My veins were turned to blackness. When I think about screams, God, I would rather about think about it. 

"Have you heard the news of Vox Machina." I hear.

I turn. Vox... Vox... Vox Machina. I have heard many names before, but this was a name that I'd never heard of before. I'm curious. I walk over to the goblin spewing this nonsense. I take a flyer. That's them...? They look like children, but then again, everyone looks like a child to me.

"Ah you're a new face." He croaks.

"I don't know if new is the right word." I look down at the Goblin.  

"You know them?" He croaks.

"Of course I don't toad." I glare at him.

"Are you always this rude." He says.

"I am always here." I sigh. 

"I don't know what the fuck you just said." He comments.

"It is honestly better that you don't." I sigh.

But these people, I'm curious. This is the first surprise that has hit me in a few centuries.

"Where can I find Vox Machina?" I ask.

"I heard they were hanging out at the Old Bill's Tavern." He says.

I hand him a gold coin.