"Damn hero!" a drunken man curse at the hero
"what is it now?, Arl" ask by the person who sat beside the drunken person
"They always ruin my business" Arl complain with full of hatred, "Last time they ruin my crops and now what they ruin my village!, how I can't curse those self centered 'heroes'. They are nothing but puppet of the royal family" Arl curse as he drink more beer
"Hey!, you can't say that. I know they sometimes ruin our life but this is much better that dying besides-" the man beside Arl got interrupted as person who look like a bard approach them
"Hello gentleman, pardon for eavesdropping but you seem have interesting encounter with the hero" the bard said with the most cheerful voice
"interesting, hah you mean bad luck" Arl said with the most bitter tone you can imagine
"Now now don't be so hostile, aren't afraid of being 'kill' by the fan of the heroes. for cursing their idol" The bard said while whispering, trying not to get the attention of the people around them
"Hah idols, you damn right those people nothing but a cult. I'm no afraid of those cultist" Arl said with hate
"Well as person who tell the tales of heroes, I'm little offended but since you look like you experience some misfortune. Can you tell me your story" the bard said as he get a beer to drink for him and Arl
"Some misfortune is understatement, but sure I can tell my story as long you tell this to other" Arl said with a little smirk
"you know my job, I can't do that" the bard said as he gesture that it's impossible
"then no story" Arl said while turning his attention to his drink
"So be it, I can find it by myself anyway" Bard said while paying his drink, "thanks for attention anyway" the bard said trying to be polite
The bard decided to rent a room on the second floor
"as I thought this night will be a boring one without the little hero" the bard sigh and fall asleep