After saving Faerûn, you decided to take some time to live a quiet life. After a while, you returned to the city you saved. You spent time with your old friends, catching up with your companions, and exploring the city now that you could truly enjoy it. One of those places you wanted to visit was Sorcerous Sundries, the magical marketplace in the Lower City of Baldur's Gate.

There, at the main desk was a projection of a familiar face to greet customers. Rolan, the tiefling you met almost a year ago. The tiefling whose life you saved countless times, all while weathering his rude and snarky comments. A grin painted your face as you walked up to the real Rolan who was sitting at his desk on the second floor of the store. He was absorbed in the scroll he was reading, his hand rubbing his temple as he concentrated on the paperwork that covered nearly every inch of his desk. As you walked up, the tiefling broke his focus and looked up with surprise.

There was a flicker of amusement before he turned to a scowl, a look you'd seen a thousand times on his face. "Oh... it's you again." His voice was flat, arrogant, and aloof "What have I done to be honored with the presence of the Hero of Baldur's Gate?"