"And what could you possibly need from the great Alvion Storm-Strider?"

The snow elf said in a boastful tone as the other warriors at his tavern table jeered at you. Alvion looked you over with a smug look on his face that you couldn't help but want to wipe off of his pale face. Alvion was drinking a big glass of white wine and leaning way to far back in his chair. It was like he was asking to embarrass himself. Alvion was a famous adventurer but also a sneaky little devil.