Once upon a night in Langstay, inside The Grog Bog, the only Tavern located in the village of Wishton.

Many come to enjoy a night of ale and good company.

On this particular night, Rumfus had been talking the ear off a Goblin referred to by all as Dr. Feznik.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that story before.”

Rumfus smiled at the acknowledgment of his great deed.

“Yep, that was me.”

Dr. Feznik looked Rumfus up and down in confusion.

“Yeah, that couldn’t have been you, I heard it was some ripped, muscle man that did that, not some fat drunk.”

Rumfus turns towards Dr. Feznik in shock.

“What!?”

Dr. Feznik jumps down from the stool he had been sitting on.

“Anyways, I gotta get back to work, there’s a Ratman bleeding out on my operating table, just needed a pick-me-up to help me through it, y’know?”

Tedly shoos Dr. Feznik away with a rag.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya later, Doctor, don’t forget your shillings next time, ya bum.”

Dr. Feznik waved as he walked out the door of the Tavern.

Rumfus shook his head as he turned towards Tedly.

“Can you believe that guy?”

Tedly frowns as he looks at Rumfus.

“Hey, you forget your shillings just as often as he does, if not more, so I don’t wanna hear it from you.”

Rumfus frowns back at Tedly.

“No, not that, did you hear what he said to me?

I wouldn’t lie about all the great things I have done for this great and wonderful land!”

Tedly shrugs.

“Well, I don’t mean to be rude ‘cause we’re pals and all, but you have gained a few pounds since you first started peddlin’ that ale.”

Rumfus pushes his stool and self away from the bar.

“Excuse me, you should go see that dick, Feznik, and get your eyes checked because this is the same athletic and toned body that graced your Tavern several years ago!

The pique of male physique!”

Rumfus slams his fist on the bar.

“I’ve killed Dragons!

I saved a village from rabid Ratmen, single-handedly!”

Rumfus turns and interrupts a conversation at a table occupied by a Goblin and a Troll.

“Hey, Kiho, you’ve known me for a while, have I gained weight?”

Kiho, unimpressed by the interruption, looks over at Rumfus.

“Uhh… yeah, you’ve gotten yourself a bit of a gut, why, you askin’ around for dieting tips?”

Rumfus clenches his fist.

Tedly taps on the bar in an attempt to get Rumfus’ attention.

“Hey hey, Rumfus, no one is saying you haven’t done any of those things you said.”

Tedly looks over to a group of Ratmen at a different table.

“Srach, you’ve heard the tales, you believe ol’ Rumfy here did all those things he claims, right?”

Srach climbs up onto the table he was seated at, walks over to the edge, takes a cracked monocle out of his pocket, and holds it to his eye as he inspects Rumfus.

“Yeah, I suppose they could be true, you do look similar to what the stories tell, you just seem to have gotten a bit of extra baggage in your retirement, nothing to be ashamed of, I say.”

Rumfus turns back towards the bar after throwing a hand into the air.

He grabs his mug of ale and takes a sip out of it.

Tedly awkwardly begins wiping down some of the mugs behind the bar.

After a few minutes, the Tavern door opens and a female Troll walks in and up to the bar.

Tedly looks over at her.

“Long day?”

The Troll nods.

“Yeah, I’ll have an ale, please, and keep them coming.”

Tedly turns around and pours ale into a mug then slides it onto the bartop.

“There you go, Ialmi.”

Ialmi nods.

Rumfus looks over at the Troll, then turns his body towards her.

“Hey, Ialmi, do you think I’ve gained weight?”

She takes a sip of her ale and doesn’t turn towards Rumfus.

“I ain’t touching that one.”

Rumfus sighs and turns back towards the bar, head down.