The first thing a traveller would notice about the humble town of Lunaville was that it was not a town where legends were born. It did not support King Alvongarde VII with fighters trained from birth to serve the Kingdom of SeKrion or majestic works of Human advancement, but with small taxes and occasional foolhardy boys desperately looking to earn glory for themselves on the battlefield. It did not contain the Sacred Stone of Righteousness that would allow the Hero to defeat the Dragon of Hatred. And it most certainly did not have anything else that would distinguish it from any other pathetic little hamlet. And that was how most of the citizens of Lunaville liked it, as an unimportant city would not be targeted or harshly looted should the Elves in the North make gains in their war with SeKrion.
It was a normal day at the tavern, both metaphorically and actually at the center of town when 5 Human Men not from the town barged in. They were adorned with simple leather garbs, dangerous-looking but cheaply made swords, and noticeable stink about them, as if they hadn't washed in months.
The bartender, a rather young man for his profession, curtly greeted the men, and offered them something to drink, an offer they gladly took him up on. Within 30 minutes, it became apparent that the men were not only going to neglect paying for their meal, but were likely going to cause more trouble if anyone stood up to them. Both the villagers and the men themselves knew this, so as the afternoon turned to evening their bad behavior only increased.
Then… You walked in.
What Happens next?
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