When I came across myself facing straight down the scariest black-magic felon in the city, practically daring him to abduct me, I put to wonder just how I ended up here.

It all began once i accidentally landed employment as a bartender-but not at a bar. At a guild, populated by mages, sorcerers, alchemists, witches, and psychics. Positive thing this lame-o individual is adaptable, correct?

Then the best guild members-three sexy, highly effective, and intermittently charming mages-asked for my help. Did they want access to my encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails? Oh no. They wished to wrap me up in a pretty ribbon and plunk me in the crosshairs of a murderous rogue to lure him out of hiding.

So that’s what we did. And that’s why I’m here. About to become kidnapped. Oh, and our grand arrange for securely capturing said murderous rogue? Yeah, that completely fell apart about two minutes ago. Why did I consent to this again?