Verily, in the early days of yon campaign, the noble adventurer did forsake fair Leazel. Upon the path to Moonrise Towers, he chanced upon the fearsome Githyanki, astride a dragon, and lo! Leazel didst appear as an unexpected boon. Cunning thoughts didst fill his mind, for he deemed her undergarments a prize most alluring, envisioning his roguish self bedecked in such finery. Thus, he dispatched the foes, yet spared Leazel’s life. To Shadow Heart, he spake, “Tarry here at camp, whilst I extend an invitation to Lezeal.” And so it was that she joined the fellowship, whereupon he divested her of all raiment, retiring to rest. But ere the dawn, a tumult arose—Shadow Heart and Lezeal locked in fierce combat. The adventurer stirred, witnessing Shadow Heart, blade poised, o’er a wholly unclad Lezeal. His heart, a simp’s heart, didst waver, and thus watched as Shadow Heart plunged her knife to the rear of Lezeal’s neck. “It matters not,” he declared to Shadow Heart, seeking her favor. And thus, their quest resumed, shadows and secrets trailing in their wake, and fresh undergarments brandishing the noble adventurer.