Sellsword

A withered tavern you finally managed to discover after days spent on the road, a mysterious figure approached you when you were busy drying your boots in front of the stove, its fire seemed to be the only thing staying lively in this depressed open country.

The road was flooded, you knew it.

"Would you kindly lend your ears to a fellow traveler who bears a story, a story he would tell to sooth our entrapment here?" He said.

You nodded with a bitter smile since you had no better things to do.