Chapter 1: The Man Without a Title
It was just an average night at the Quester's Rest, well it was average by the inn's standards, but it was still pretty bizarre. The shop had already closed, Sellma and Ginny had already gone home for the night, only the bar and the check-in were open at this point, even then most of the patrons had gone to their rooms for the night.
Erinn was stuck tending to the only person still at the bar, mainly because Patty was in the back doing something else. She wasn't entirely sure who this man was or where he came from, he was blue plate armor with a blue horned helmet. He had been at the bar for a few hours, and he probably had more alcohol in his system than a barrel of Drunken Dragon.
"Bartender," he hiccuped, "Another round."
"Sir, do you think you've had enough?" Erinn asked. "You look like you just fought a dragon."
"H-How'd you know…*hic*? I had to take out this *hic* this wizard…" he said with a slurred voice. "Then he sicced his *hic* pet dragon on me…*hic*… or did he turn into it?"
"As I asked before," Erinn asked (this man was clearly crazy), "Don't you think you've had enough? The bar is closing soon."
"I'll tell you when I've had enough…*hic*," the man uttered, "when I rule half the world…*hic*"
"Can I at least offer you a glass of water to help you…"
"Ah! Nooooo!" he screamed before Erinn could finish , "you can't cross it, you can't… can't…" And with that he passed out leaning on the table.
She never found out who he was or where he came from.
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