 
                                            
                                    Dream girls. Fried snails. A 30” bodyguard with pink ponytails.
 
Being a hero comes with learning curves.
The curve of a hip. 
The curve of a sword. 
The curve of a sucker punch as it connects with your face.
 
It wouldn’t be so bad if Wendell had professionals to help him.
 
Instead, he’s stuck with a feisty gnome, a senile old wizard and a green skinned, cigar-smoking babysitter to guide him.
 
Is it too late to quit?