The people came and went. Travellers, the locals. Dalious sat on a soft chair in the upper levels of the tavern. A dark elf woman sang with a majestic voice, she sang the tale of tongues and played her instrument beautifully along with it. He didn't really care much for the words, but the melody and tone of the song he enjoyed.
Puffing a fresh bowl of dragongrass in his pipe, the former arena champion sat and reflected on his life. He was now aged, with a beard and long hair colored white. Many battles he had been through, with many victories and many defeats. All he could remember was the death. Friend or foe, he remembered all of their faces when he slept at night.
He was merely a hunter now, broke and forgotten. All of his friends and family were dead, and the world was different now. There was nothing left to fight for. He basically lived from tavern to tavern. Selling meats when he caught them, otherwise doing oddjobs for people. He was a salesword for the right price. Still, none of it mattered. His tale was over, yet life goes on.
The barmaiden set a pint of ale before him and he returned a smile, with some coins thereafter. It wasn't long before he finished it and was on a second drink. He loved ale, but that's not why he was here. He was working on a bounty set on the man at the end tables. The man was with many friends, all raiders passing through the city. Someone with a lot of coin wanted their leader dead, for business Dalious cared nothing about.
Dalious figured he'd just wait it out. The man he was set to kill, was bound to pass out sooner or later. The aged warrior finished off another pint, then had another. Was looking like a long night, at least the music was good.