Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170928144821/@comment-28358106-20170928160355

I approach the March Hares, a worried look on my face. I reach into my brown leather jacket and pull out an old photograph.

"I'm looking for my daughter, Cheryl. She kept having restless dreams, seeing this town.  Short, black hair, just turned seven last month.  Have you seen her?"

Before the Hares can answer, the Minotaur comes around the corner with her huge hammer. She grins a huge grin.

"Nothing is to be gained by floundering about at random," she says.

"I'm in no mood for jokes," I say. "I need to find my daughter, and I need to find her now! Cheryl is my little girl."

"Then you need to speak with Miss Flauros," the Minotaur says. "She lives in Alchamellia. I can take you there."

Reluctantly, I leave with the Minotaur, off into the bizzare otherworld...