Quest for the Ember Shield
No doubt about it, you always draw the short straw when it comes to adventuring. She was beautiful, you were drunk and somehow, you agreed to go into the foulest, deadliest dungeon in the land to retrieve her family shield.
The heavy portcullis closes behind you with a deep, unsettling slam and you turn to face the gloom. There's no way out until you complete the quest. With your cheap armour, peasant sword and one spluttering torch, the odds are heavily against you.
You rub your bleary eyes and bearded chin, gather your scattered thoughts and decide to get this shield and get out, if it even exists. How many has she sent down here before?