A lone adventurer walks into a tavern, he orders a drink, takes a seat and warms himself up by the fire. Suddenly, a hooded individual storm in, clearly looking to start trouble. The traveler tries to leave, but is stopped when the hulking individual . The brute starts ranting about all of his achievements, all the battles he has won, how he became the champion of the arena. Although, This nameless warrior grew bored of the arena and wanted to become the strongest fighter in all the kingdoms. While the brute keeps rambling, the lone adventurer tries his best not to fall asleep, politely asking the warrior to move on with the conversation. The champ, failing to hide how offended he was the comment, begrudgingly accepts. He gets to the point and explains the he had heard stories of a nomad who spends most of him days in taverns and could best anyone who challenged him. The champ wandered from tavern to tavern making his way to this one, where he meet the lone hero fitting the description of the nomad.
(It’s ok if you think this sucks, I can hardly even call myself a beginner a writing.)
