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.
"And then they do," agreed Goran. "It's so frustrating. Just because they slay the evil wossname of wherever, the damage they do along the way is just ignored."
"I guess it's not really their fault, though," said Serel, taking up the dice and tossing chips of painted bark onto the table. "They have criminally short memories. Ten minutes in an empty room and they forget who they are."
Rezat almost choked laughing into his beer. "Sounds about right. The one that went through here last week forgot who I was overnight. Sorted out the rats in the cellar right quick. Came up dripping in gemstones somehow. When I went back down there, it was just my root cellar and a bunch of rat corpses."
"Gotta have the knack of it, I guess," said Goran. "Is that the same fella who went into the woods after a couple of Gobelliin and then stuck seventeen heads on pikes as a warning to the others? Tall streak of piss? Cloak that billows even when there's no wind? Cerulean orbs?"
"That's them," yawped Vaelin. "Crazy sod wanted a magical item - well they said it was a magical item - I had sitting over my hearth since the house was grandad's. Offered me enough gold to land me a lordship. On one hand, I could be set for life, on the other - what the hell do I tell the tax collector?"
"Nothing, and don't let 'em see your winter chest," said Rezat. "Same sod came into my workshop and wanted some full on magical gear. They had the key ingredients to do the magic with. Like all of the key ingredients. Fresh and dripping!"
"At least they got rid of that Stone Elf cult in the mountain," said Goran.
"And blew a chunk out of the mountain," said Vaelin. "Whole thing looks like something bit it off."
"Bloody heroes," grumbled Serel.
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