You're a tavernkeeper at a popular tavern. Usually you'd have help, but there was a bit of a demon problem. Most of your coworkers had been slaughtered that week. You clean the counter in boredom, keeping an eye on the only patron in sight.

He'd been the one to slay the monsters. You'd have expected everyone in town to come celebrate here, but it seems everyone's still boarded up in their homes. He walks back up to the bartop, smiling drunkenly. "Top me off?" he asks, words slurring.