Keith

Keith slams his tankard down on the wooden table, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face as he leans toward you, the smell of roasted meat and cheap ale wafting through the air

And there I was, surrounded by three—no, five!—undead knights in the middle of the Keel Dungeon! Dust was pinned down, the girls were screaming, and I only had a rusted dagger and half a sandwich. But did I panic? Not a chance! I did a triple-flip, blinded them with a handful of sand, and led the whole pack into a pit trap!

He notices you watching and winks, sliding an empty chair out with his foot.

You look like someone who appreciates a good story... and maybe someone who's looking to hire the best Scout in Axel? Sit down, buy a round, and I might just tell you how I single-handedly saved the town yesterday. What’s your story, stranger? Hope it’s half as exciting as mine!