text: [Themes: fantasy, humor]
  
  There's no point in trying to convince Rita, she's obviously looking to marry into money, though there's a lot better ways she could go about it. Ular seems like a cool guy and probably should know the type of girl she is anyway.
  
  As Rita walks off, you look for Ular and see him slowly coming out of his dark corner. You explain to him how the conversation went, he's obviously upset about it, but thanks you nonetheless.
  
  "Well, I guess it's true about that old saying. You can't judge a book by its cover. Give everyone a round for the house on me, everyone else might as well be happy even if I'm not. Just don't have Rita serve my drinks anymore okay?" You understand and carry on with your duties.
  
  The remaining days until the next payment go as normal and Mr. Reynolds is satisfied with the payment he receives, and you still have a little saved over. You have hope that in time you'll get out of this debt eventually.
  
  However, trouble rears its ugly head when Calwin shows up on his monthly delivery. He says that he's decided to bump the price up on his alcohol. You furiously ask why, and he says that the last time he was here he noticed how nice the rooms were and that if you can afford to fix them up, you must be able to afford to pay him more for his product.
  
  It doesn't need to be said that your mother does not want to deal with him at all at this point.
  
  > Don't comply with his demands
  You tell Calwin you're not paying him anything more than he's getting and that it's complete bullshit that he's jacking up his prices like this. Calwin goes on a rant about supply and demand and how he's doing you a favor.
  
  The argument heats up, but ultimately ends when your mother grabs your dad's Troll Gun from under the bar counter and points it at him, telling him to get the hell out before she blows his head off. He and his lackeys leave, which means you'll have no alcohol supply this month.
  
  "I told you we shouldn't have dealt with him at all now we'll have to go back to the Klyton supplier and they probably won't even get around to delivering a shipment to us until near the end of the month! We'll have to make due with what we have left and given how much those miners drinks, we won't have enough!"
  
  "Well maybe we could water down the drinks or something..." you say trying to think of a solution.
  
  "Water down the drinks? Are you serious? That's not going to work and we're going to lose people doing that! Those miners are some serious drinkers, they're going to know the difference."
  
  "If you hadn't chased Calwin out with a gun, I might've been able to reason with him. Okay fine, the only other solution I can think of is we'll have to make our own ale."
  
  "And how do we do that? I don't have any experience in doing that and we don't have license to do it either!"
  
  "I took some chemistry classes, I'm fairly certain I could try to build a still and..."
  
  "And that's even worse than watering down the drinks. Look, I'm tired just thinking about all this and I'm going to rest before the business hours start."
  
  > start watering down the drinks
  You figure you'll be able to stretch out your alcohol supply just long enough to get your next shipment and you'll just have to hope for the best.
  
  That very night you're already getting comments that the ale doesn't taste quite as strong, this results in the miners ordering MORE ale since they aren't getting drunk on what you're currently giving them. This means you end up having less alcohol to stretch things out.
  
  By the end of the week, you're getting loud verbal complaints about the ale, and outright accusations that it tastes like water. Several miners are insulted and leave the inn claiming that they've been loyal patrons here for so long and that they don't need to be treated like this. You attempt to explain, but they shove you out of the way and tell you to go back to your fancy college.
  
  "I wish I could." You quietly say to yourself.
  
  You aren't optimistic about the rest of the month. Sure there's still adventurers and the odd wanderer, but not enough to turn a profit before you get in the next shipment. This still wouldn't be so bad except it's going to be time to pay Mr. Reynolds soon and you're going to fall short again.
  
  Your mother can't bare to see you get hurt again and suggests forgetting all about the inn and just taking off with all the remaining money you have and going to live with your crazy aunt Enora.
  
  > leave Klyton
  You agree with your mother, you don't want to take another beating and that was only a punch in the stomach from an ogre. Who knows what they'll do to you next?
  
  You and your mother pack as quickly as you can and catch a late coach heading west. It feels weird leaving Klyton, in fact now that you think about it, you've never been out of city before.
  
  Eventually after a couple days the coach stops in Teckleville where your aunt lives. Teckleville is just one of the many small villages on the borders of the Dalantium Kingdom. Probably in time it'll get absorbed like so many others do, but that's not really a concern of yours right now.
  
  Your aunt Enora is happy to see you both, and while this whole living with her thing was sprung on her at the last moment it doesn't seem to bother her. She says there's plenty of room and you can stay as long as you like.
  
  While the house is certainly nice and you're happy to live there rather than in the street, it's sort of on the small side and you feel like you have no privacy. Teckleville isn't anything like you're used to either. The whole small town thing just doesn't appeal to you, and you feel trapped with a bunch of boring backwards people. It's even worse than when you were stuck serving the miners.
  
  You were supposed to do greater things! Your were going to be a doctor! You did everything right and studied hard and what do you have to show for it? Nothing! You're stuck in some cow town where the best job you can hope to get is probably shoveling shit. Some future.
  
  "Thanks dad, you fucking idiot." You say throwing a rock against a barn door.
  
  In time, your mother works at the local tavern where she serves as a cook. It's not much, but it is something she's used to doing.
  
  You manage to get a job working as an assistant to the mean old bastard who runs the general store. It's a thankless job, but he's about the only one who'll hire you since nobody else will work for him and everyone else thinks you have a superiority complex (Which is sort of true) and won't hire you.
  
  The only upside is since you live at your aunt's house you manage to save what little money you do make. You have a plan to head to the Delantium Kingdom and start fresh again, because staying here isn't in your future.
  
  Unfortunately neither is the Delantium Kingdom.
  
  One night while you're sleeping an oversized hand covers your mouth and two more grab your arms. You open your eyes to see Olaf grinning at you in the darkness.
  
  "What? Did you really think we'd forget about you? Don't worry about the debt anymore kid, consider it paid with your family's life." You hear Mr. Reynolds whisper before he shoves a knife into your stomach and rips it up to your chest.
  
  The next day your aunt's friend finds the bloody bodies of you, your mother and your aunt. The incident becomes known as the Teckleville Massacre.