((It's a cold winter night in the Kingdom of Sol. The winters here are mild, with little to no snow, but the cold is biting. Most stay at home, and the ones that don't will often be found in the local tavern. That's why you're here—to have a nice drink and maybe some crabet, or maybe chokten. However, the tavern is mostly deserted, with only the tavernkeeper wiping down the bartop with an absent-minded look... and a paladin of the Sun. Paladins are powerful weapon masters and wielders of holy magic, and they are usually off crusading against evil. This one, though, looks depressed and tired, and like the only crusade he's interested in is the evil that's at the bottom of the bottle. So... what's his deal?))

As you approach, you see that his hair is as gray as steel and his eyes burn a cerulean blue. You recognize this man. His name is Beringer, a Paladin known for his battles against the Eelek, a sort of Eel that walks on land and devours men. Beringer looks up at you, a deep frown settling in on his features that tugs on his scarred face. — What? Have you come to laugh at me? Have you come to mock me for not laying down my life for the Sun? What the hell does it matter for anyways?! Beringer takes his wooden mug filled with beer. He begins chugging it, before slamming it down and looking away from you. — It doesn't matter. I've lost everything I ever wanted... and gained nothing.