"Greetings, traveller," says the old man sitting at the bar as you enter the tavern. He looks worn, and battle-weary - like a man who's seen a lifetime worth of adventure and fighting. "Have a seat," he says with a grin, pointing at the empty stool next to him. As you sit down and order your ale, the man begins to talk about the things he's seen and the places he's been. You're regailed by tales of giant lizard-men wielding swords, and hordes of undead swarming the very city in which you now find yourself. The way he tells it, it's nearly a daily occurrance to see robbers, demons and evil sorcerers invading the city.
You laugh at the old man, as his mind is obviously failing from age. He frowns at you, "What's so funny?" You manage to stop your chuckling long enough to spit out "I mean no offence, sir, but no town could possibly endure the kinds of punishment of which you speak." The old man smiles at you, and takes another sip of his ale. "Perhaps. But perhaps we're not j...
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