"Man, the mission board has been nothing but about puppets and burning guys, whatever they are called, I am already getting sick of it" a rugged adventurer complained, taking a hefty chug of poor quality alcohol, struggling to get drunk with this thing cut with so much water it was noticeable.
"Stop whining for a second will ya? Those missions are made by the king himself, I have had so much money in my entire life, taxes on the money earned this way are lowered as well, why are you moaning and groaning for? This is the best chance of our life to get something for ourselves" his drinking buddy chastised him for being an idiot, earning nothing more than a grumble amidst the rowdy atmosphere of the tavern, it was well into the evening, the sound of bowls and spoons amongst other wooden cutlery hitting against one another was the most prominent sound source.
The ungrateful adventurer being the sole person trying to get himself dead drunk.
