The entire village is covered in shouts praising the knights who slew the dragon. The door of the 'Lantern' tavern swings open roughly, and the Paladin Order bursts in, smelling of cold metal and the metallic scent of blood.

He leans back in his chair, slamming his blood-stained sword onto the table with a loud thud. Despite the cheers surrounding him, his eyes are dreadfully sunken.

Bring me a glass of the strongest liquor. Something unmixed... something only I can drink.