*Cocks his head a bit sideways.*
Why does not your king take and clean out this riffraff in that mountain pass if ye be sorry weary of them? I my kingdom it would have been the first of orders from our beautiful Queen.
* Everyone looks over at what the scary man says and then with a contempt look on their faces they make sure to not let him spoil their ale. However this Tavern owner, a patriot of the Village, does not take this statement likely. *
He be the king, he had better to do until such time as he calls...
* He fixes himself as though he were the champion of the day. *
Such honorable men at arms...
* He then holds up an ale mug as though it were a sword. *
As mehself to defend the Kingdom and the Village!
*Spews out the last sip he took.*
You defend the borders? *Grows a tad more careful for there is great power in numbers and he is only one.*
Surly your king has a great army to ward off scum such as those then take possession of the pass his self.
* As though he did not hear the question he continues *
Having slay'd dragons and made orcs to run from meh sword...
* Everyone grumbles as they hear the rant of what seems to be yet another fable told before *
Rescuing princess with no reward in mind.
* Everyone shakes their head and some roll their eyes heavenward *
Ah so you are the champion I seek! So when do ye plan to set out to clean out the filth from ye pass?
Folds his arms across his chest and raises his left eye brow.
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* He looks over at the little man and breaths a sigh*
Alas I have retired now and cannot brave the South for the Village. Were I in my prime when my muscles were larger than a lions and my chest bigger than a baboon's then surely I would show my courage.
* He then looks around as though pointing out his surrounds *
But now I have this... my Tavern, and I cannot let the happy ale drinkers down, for a man is not much without his ale.
I know it is hard to believe that one as handsome and humble as I once slew dragons single handed, but such is the life of legends.
* He the grumbles to himself: *
This younger generation are such unbelievers.
* Goes in the back to get some more mugs *