With no prospects and less ability to succeed the frail bodied but strong minded Mordoreus slinks off to the tavern.
With a pocket full of coin, yet barley enough strength to life his glass, Mordoreus drinks himself into a stupor.
Being bested by a dog rat 3 times, even equipped with the best he could carry Mordoreus fails miserably.
In the middle of the tavern floor, final ale in one and a dagger in the other, Mordoreus takes his own life in ful puplic eye.
His underdeveloped body slumps to the floor pouring both his ale and his blood.
No one notices.