Night fell, and the tavern gradually became lively.
Adventurers were bragging about their recent spoils, the female servers danced like butterflies among the tables, and the bard in the corner played his lute, singing a sultry ditty.
At that moment, the tavern door was pushed open, and a burly adventurer walked in from the darkness.
"Hey, isn't that the 'Feeder' Bartlett?" someone recognized the newcomer.
"He's long stopped being the 'Feeder.' He's now 'Undead Enemy,' 'Devil Slayer,' 'Mage Ally,' 'Crystal Wall Guardian,' and 'Legendary Adventurer' Bartlett!" someone rebutted loudly.
"Bartlett, tell us one of your stories."
The man named Bartlett took a hearty swig of rye wheat beer, and as the crowd's expectant eyes fell upon him, he began, "It was a bright afternoon, and I was riding a horse, preparing to go to..."
