After an exhaustive session of slime hunting, the taverns warm lighting was a comforting sight. Upon stepping inside and taking a seat, the errant knight you saved earlier approaches you with quiet but genuine thanks. He profusely apologizes for attacking you in a bout of confusion, in the process swinging his tail into a fellow tavern goer

readjusting himself awkwardly, and taking a seat at your table Is there anyway I can repay you? his eyes shine with Ernest through the slit in his helmet