“…and that is how we defeated three ancient dragons, a small army of Astral Raiders and why Koram still bears the Crystal Sword,” Valance said. The priest of the Spider God punctuated his tale by draining his mug of ale.
The crowd at the Drunken Dragon Inn were spellbound by the cleric’s tale.
Koram shivered uncontrollably. The fighter stared about wildly and seemed to be frantically brushing something unseen from one arm, then the other.
“You did, however, fail to mention the time we were trapped in the Endless Web Between Worlds, the domain of the Spider God, running from your deity and his minions on a daily basis,” Chalk added. “If it weren’t for those three ancient dragons and all of those Astral Raiders you wouldn’t have had so many sacrifices for the Spider God.”
Valance smiled sheepishly.
“You saved Bottle, that is what counts to us!” Graff the innkeeper said as he brought the group another round.
The crowd cheered.
In a dark corner of the room a heavily robed figure sat, glaring at the heroes as he sipped at his glass of wine.
“I didn’t die back in those ruins either,” Stork whispered to himself. “You fools never checked to see if I was really dead.”