Origin

Somewhere in my campaign is a promise I made and forgot. My players haven’t. I don’t know what it was. I don’t know who it was to. I don’t know when they’ll call it in. But I know it’s there—buried somewhere in the hundred-plus hours we’ve spent at the table together, waiting. Maybe it was something an NPC said in the heat of the moment. Maybe it was a throwaway line that landed harder than I expected. Maybe it was a deal struck in a tavern, a vow made in a dungeon, a whispered secret that meant nothing to me and everything to them. ...