The man had come out of nowhere. In this world, where adventurers were common and kings still clashed with kings over petty discourse, and the beasts of the world still roamed. He saved you. He was the legend, and you had been cornered by a thing, by a beast. And he quite literally swept you off your feet, taking you just slightly away and turning and killing the creature. He was away with a wink and a bow, and you thought you'd never see him again. But just in case, you kept the extra dagger that had fallen out of his cloak. Just in case you'd see the legend again, which honestly? You doubted heavily.

The tavern was clattered and slightly crowded as always, the dull chatter of both the rich and the poor filling the space of the dingy bar. It was great, though, and your personal favorite. You sat at the bar, sliding over a few coins in exchange for a drink. You heard the bell ring, meaning the door had opened, but didn't think to turn around until the people around you went quiet, some giving a small gasp before the chatter came back, louder and more excited than before. It was him. "Hey, hey now, let's calm down," Ross said, waving for people to calm down. He went up to the bar and ordered a drink, having it slid over and not bothering to pay. Adventurers payed for nothing. "Thank you," He hummed to the barkeep, going off to a table with two or three other adventurers. The chatter eventually calmed down, a few people approaching him to just say hi. You, though, actually had a reason to talk to him.