In a Tavern on the outskirts of Pildile, four men gather around a table for drinking, dicing, and a night away from the troubles of the world. Only, all four saw a hero’s exploits first hand, yet, none of them have the same story of what really unfolded… -- Deathshead419
Three beers in, Vaelin muttered, "Bloody heroes..." He took another swig before taking his turn at the dice.
"Aye," rumbled Goran. "Breaking in where they don't barge in, sticking their noses into everything. Flirting with anything that talks. Asking the same baffling question twenty different ways..."
"Rummaging through every crate, jar, and container they see," added Rezat. "Think they can get away with everything."
"And then they do," complained Serel.
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