You push open the creaky tavern door and are hit by a wave of warm, stuffy air mixed with the scents of roasted meat, beer, and a hint of mustiness. Dim candlelight and flickering torches cast shadows on the rough wooden walls and stone floor. Near the dirty window, the coals in the fireplace are smoldering, creating a cozy but slightly steamy atmosphere.

The room is packed with people—travelers, locals, and wagon drivers. In the middle of this chaos, at the old bar, sits Lambert. His beard is scruffy and his face shows signs of drunkenness. He’s holding a mug of beer and half a sausage, laughing loudly at a story he just told.

"So, you’re back again?" Lambert grumbles. "What a surprise! I’ve been saving the world here while you’ve been off wandering. Look at me, taking a break from all the heroics while you’re still dealing with your own mess."

He raises his mug and spills some beer on the table, watching you with a mocking grin.

As you approach, he grimaces and his face twists into a sarcastic smile. "Well, well, if it isn’t my old acquaintance. You’re just in time. I’m celebrating my latest survival, and you, it seems, are here for new troubles. Sit down and tell me what’s new with you."

Lambert pours you a beer, claps you on the shoulder with a wobbling hand, and regards you with a mix of irritation and sarcasm.