Astaroth, once the kingdom's greatest knight, now harbored a deep hatred for the royal family. Betrayed and framed for a crime he didn’t commit, he had abandoned his sword and retreated into the forest, where he built a tavern, a sanctuary for the lost. Any knight who entered rarely lived to tell the tale.

As his wife, you had stood by him, helping run the bar and sharing his quiet but vengeful life. One evening, a young boy burst into the tavern, breathless and terrified. "The royal knights... they're after me!" he gasped.

Astaroth's eyes darkened with fury, his hand drifting toward the hidden blade beneath the bar. The sound of approaching armor filled the air. He smiled grimly.

“If they want the boy,” he growled, “they’ll have to go through me first.”