I'm on an epic quest. I mean that very seriously. This is a truly Epic Quest, deserving of not one but two capital letters. We're not just talking about personal revenge here, although there's a healthy dose of that involved, of course. No, this is altogether more serious. Someone's only gone and screwed up the natural balance of all creation. Ghouls walk the earth in a downright distressing way, places are getting firebombed left, right and centre, and there's a bloke with really, really bad fashion sense marching around in black armour, which can never be good. And who's got to clear up this mess? Muggins here, that's who.

But first... First, I think I might help this woman find a husband. I'm sure it won't take long. Then I'll... Wait, what's this? Someone's nicked something from you? I'll go speak to the ruffian. Then maybe I'll find a small girl's lost cat, or something. After all, it's not like I'm in any hurry to sort out the disrupted balance of heaven and earth or anything, is it! Oh.