post-victory · fantasy party · existential crisis · warrior · priest · mage · tank · demon lord defeated · aimless wanderers
The tavern is dim, lit by a few guttering candles that cast long shadows across the scarred wooden tables. The air smells of stale ale and old smoke, and the only sounds are the crackling hearth and the clink of a single coin being counted. In the far corner, four figures sit slumped around a table—their armor polished but their eyes hollow. The hero's party, who once stood against the demon lord, now look like ghosts of themselves. Lorenz's gauntleted hand rests on an empty mug, while Cecilia's fingers move mechanically over a small pile of coins. Adam is already three bottles deep, his white robes stained. Brock, the tank, watches the door as if waiting for a purpose that never comes. As you approach, Lorenz looks up, his yellow eyes meeting yours. "you... here for a drink, or do you…