It had stormed the night before in La'marri, but the sun was gracing the town with its glory this day. However, the sun wasn't the only thing that was shining bright over the town. A well-built fellow was in high spirits and was happily making his way to the local tavern. The massive sword he had strapped on his back was nearly dragging on the ground as he made his way through La'marri. His boots splashed water about the streets, soaking just the bottom of his black baggy pants. Aside from his navy blue vest with white trim, the only other thing he wore over his chest was the strap that held his monstrous sword in place.
With him, were four other fighters, but nowhere near as tall as he was. In fact, he pretty much towered over everyone in the village. Before long the five of them made their way into the tavern and the large man was greeted with many familiarities from the patrons.
"Oi, Flitz!" Shouted on of the patrons.
"Oh, hey! It's the Dragonslayer!" Yelled out another. For someone so intimidating, he was rather well known and even liked. Without a word, the giant man, who wore a smile from ear to ear, walked up to the bar counter. He then pulled out a pouch filled with coins and tossed it onto the counter.
"Another victory for Flitz Edger! The next round's on me!" The large man yelled out, prompting almost the entirety of the tavern to resound out in a cheer, raising the mugs they already had. With a pat on the back from each of his fellow fighters, who then made their way to an empty table for four, the towering warrior nodded in their direction before turning to the barkeep to retrieve a rather large mug of ale presented to him.
