Scrubble after suffering some injuries from the free fall was walking slower than usual. Though that was still a lot faster than Scrubble should have been walking with the injuries that Scrubble had sustained. Scrubble followed the strange man who seemed to know the way when a question arose. "Scrubble is wondering where the dragon came from. It almost roasted Scrubble alive"! Scrubbles armor was scorched with dragon fire leaving it a rather dull shade of black. Scrubble managed to keep pace with the strange one though and this led to a small passageway.

The passageway was cramped dark and smelled horrible. It reminded Scrubble of the goblin caves that Scrubble lived in when Scrubble was young. That was until the sounds of many voices began echoing through the passageway and wind began trying to push Scrubble away. So Scrubble Drew the most holy sword of Scrubble Stopped moving for a few moments then charged forward screaming "SCRUBBLE". After pushing through something that gave some resistance Scrubble was blinded by a bright light which led to Scrubble tripping and falling. This did not do wonders for Scrubbles broken ribs.

After Scrubble could see again Scrubble pushed up off the ground and dusted off the scorched armor. After regaining some bearing of what was going on Scrubble saw the strange fellow who had never told Scrubble his name was opening a floating curtain. Scrubble was unsure what to think of invading someones privacy, which is extremely hypocritical as Scrubble enjoyed breaking into peoples homes. Though this was justified as necessary for Scrubbles holy quests. Either way once Scrubble saw the man step through the now open curtains Scrubble followed close after.

The room was very fancy not what Scrubble expected to find at the end of a stinky, windy, and loud tunnel seemingly carved using brute force and cursing. In the center of the room there was a little girl. Though little was relative as she was almost as tall as Scrubble. She had surrounded herself in paper and complained of a headache "Scrubble can help with headaches". Scrubble walked over to the girl stomping over many of the papers on the ground around her. After reaching her Scrubble took off his guantlets and cast a healing spell on the girls head. 

Scrubble stood over the little girl, which was not normal as Scrubble rarely stood over anyone. As Scrubble was not known for being particularly tall. Though despite the novelty of standing over someone it was soon apparent to Scrubble that the most holy healing of Scrubble was not working on the young girl. After Scrubble stopped using healing magic the girl turned to and began staring at Scrubble. As she stared Scrubble began feeling a weird sensation like something was wriggling through Scrubbles brain trying to find something. As it continued it increased in speed but eventually the feeling left and the girl now went from blankly staring at Scrubble to confusedly staring at Scrubble.

"What do you fear"? The girl asked Scrubble with a voice that seemed to echo through Scrubbles mind. "Scrubble fears nothing for Scrubble is Scrubbles shield" Scrubble then dramatically pointed the holy blade of Scrubble toward the sky. Which would've been quite the pose if it weren't for the fact that Scrubble was wounded and started to go off balance once the sword was in the air. By this point the rest of the holy party of Scrubble had arrived, with the noticeable exception of the mysterious man with no name. Who must have slipped away while Scrubble wasn't paying attention. While this would've been a time for a celebration of the holy party meeting back up Scrubble was interrupted when a fair few of Clergymen of the goddess Angela arrived on the scene.

"Where is the child" The one in the front asked. Scrubble pointed to the small girl who Scrubble was now in a staring contest with. "We've come to take her away, she's dangerous here. Hopefully however we shall be able to heal the girl in time or at least help her control her strange powers". How dare these people! They have the nerve to ask for Scrubble to give this girl into the custody of a lesser god. If Scrubble couldn't heal this girl Scrubble sure wasn't gonna let these poor excuses for followers take her. After all if the most holy lord Scrubble couldn't heal this child then some lesser god touting bunch of pansy ass clergymen had no chance. So Scrubble looked at the girl then at the gaggle of clergymen that had assembled. Then Scrubble took the most holy blade of Scrubble and while staring the clergymen and lopped off the girls head. Then after the initial shock had passed through the clergymen Scrubble took the girls head and threw it at them saying "You can have this part".