Wiping Memory

"I'm free, thank you all!" a woman cried as she ran out of the inn and into the arms of Thrall.

"Taretha, I'm glad you're ok."

Thrall hugged her tightly, turned his head and thanked them sincerely.

"Thank you all, strangers. You've given me hope. If it weren't for you all, I couldn't have rescued Taretha by myself."

"Are they your friends?" Taretha asked curiously as she stood beside Thrall.

"They are now, but I had never met them before this."

Thrall would have never imagined that a group of humans who he had never met before would rescue him from the tightly-guarded Internment Camp.

"If you give me some time, I can explain everything for you guys," a soft voice said nearby. It was the half-Elf-half-Stag Keeper Remulos, the one who had sent out the quest.

"Sir, who are you?" The players knew exactly who he was but Thrall and Taretha was confused.