Deathbringer strolled into Oakvale after a not-so-successful raid on Barrow Fields. He pulled the last crossbow bolt out of his ass and walked into the Item Shot for a Red Potion. On his way in, he saw another hero, Paladin, purchasing a Red Potion for 30 Gold. Paladin was a Light Hero, always donating to the Temple of Avo, kind to villagers, a loving husband and father. Deathbringer hated his guts. As Paladin walked past him, Deathbringer gave Paladin a force push off the stairs and onto the ground. Paladin picked himself off, spitting out dirt, and got in Deathbringer's face.

"What was that…wait, never mind. I thought it was you. I could smell you a mile away."

"Did you?" Deathbringer replied, not able to think of a comeback.

"Of course, yet again, not being able to shoot back at me." Paladin brushed some blonde hair from his face. "You've never been that quick, have you?"

Deathbringer shook with anger.

"You're a stain on the Guild."

"I'm a stain on the guild?! Who has the Sword of Aeons?"

"But what did you do the get it? You killed your own sister! I stand my ground, you are a disgusting, discolored, disfigured mole on the face of the Guild of Heroes."

"You can dis-kiss my ass." Deathbringer retorted, walking into the shop.

"C-c-can I help you, sir?" The owner asked, scared of the figure before him.

"Yea. Get me a Red Potion."

The owner grabbed a potion from beneath the counter and gave it to the Dark Hero.

"60 Coins."

Deathbringer's mouth opened in shock.

"60?! Paladin's was 30! You're doubling the price!?" He groaned. "Fine." He rummaged through his pockets and grabbed 60 coins and threw it at the shop owner.

"There."

Deathbringer walked out and drank the potion and felt the pain in his ass go away. He walked to a bench underneath the tree and sat down. He looked up at the sky and it was incredibly cloudy. He usually told time by looking at the sun's position in the sky, but he couldn't today. Behind him he saw a man looking at his pocket watch. Deathbringer leaned over and cleared his throat to get the man's attention.

"Hey, buddy-"

The man leapt to his feet and threw his hands in the air.

"Okay! Take my money! Just don't hurt me!"

"What? No, I just want-"

"Here!" The man gave Deathbringer a sack of gold. "It's all I have!"

"I don't want this!"

"Okay! Take the deed to my house" The frightened villager threw a piece of paper at Deathbringer and ran off screaming, catching a guard's attention.

"What's goin' on 'ere? What're you doing?" He pointed his sword at Deathbringer.

"I just wanted to know the time and-"

"Then why do you have this man's money and deed?"

"He gave this to me!"

"Sure he did." The guard said sarcastically. He and a few other guards grabbed Deathbringer and threw him out of the town into Barrow Fields.

After he got up, he flipped off the gates of the town a few times. He turned and saw some more guards coming at him, swords drawn.

"That's him, lads! He's the one who tried to rob us before!"

Our Hero stood speechless except for one word…

"Shit."