text: After a long ride to Riverton with Dendar who mostly insults you and Gruzub, you eventually arrive at the small town. You eyes immediately find multiple ways to spend your precious coins. There's a brothel in the poorer section of town, a large shop full of delicious foods you wish to sample, a small gambling ring and a tavern.
  > You visit the Tavern
  You walk into the Tavern, and drop five gold coins on the counter.
  
  
  "Barkeep. Get me a mug of your finest ale. No, get me however many mugs of my cheapest ale this can get."
  
  
  You're slid over several mugs of ale, which you begin drinking with glee. As you do, an old man sits down next to you wearing the Kingdom of Man's military uniform. 
  
  
  "Good day, sir. Ah, an orc. A fierce beast, at that one."
  
  
  "I am not a beast. I am a warrior." You grunt, annoyed.
  
  
  "Ah, of course, of course my good friend. I was just making conversation."
  
  
  You look over at him, noting a black, jagged blade at his side that you recognize as Demonic Obsidian. 
  
  
  "That's a nice blade. Where's it from?" You ask.
  
  
  "Ah, now that's a story. I'll tell it to you for a bottle of Elvish Wine, only five coins. A man needs to drink." He winks at you.
  > You pay for the man's wine
  You pay for the man's drink, and he gleefully accepts.
  
  
  "Thank you. Hell, your kind are far better than most around here. I was a soldier in the King's Royal Army. I was sent to fight the Necromancer's Army, at only a young age. Not the current Necromancer, mind you, the boy's father, the first Necromancer. I was sent to a small graveyard, where a local friendly giant had been buried. One of the Necromancer's Disciples had taken a group of zombies and ghouls down to raise the giant as a soldier in their army, so I was sent to kill them with my regiment. The dead were everywhere, and I sunk my sword into a zombie and lost it. There I was, unarmed and surrounded by the dead, when I saw this figure in a black cloak. I tackled him, grabbed his sword, this very weapon, and stabbed him to death. With that, the zombies lost their leader and we regrouped and repelled the dead. I wielded this very sword when we stormed Reaper's Castle and killed that blasted necromancer. Anyhow, that's my story. I'm glad someone heard it, and gladder my lips aren't as parched."
  
  
  You nod and quickly finish your drink.