I slowly open my eyes to find myself at an inn.

My memory of what happened is blurry, I only remember that I am in the city of Reby.

I get up, do some stretches, and put my clothes and armor on.

I go down stairs, and see a bar.

Slade is flirting with the bar maid.

I guess I will order a drink, but I need to find out what this bar has.

I walk over to the bartender and ask, “What drinks does this fine tavern have?”

The barkeep looks at me and says, “We only serve beer and mead here.”

I sigh and order a mead.

The bar maid walks over and says, “It’s great that you survived all those daggers, I thought my healing magic wouldn’t be able to help.”

She has a relieved expression on her face, but the door suddenly slams open.

Slade and I look over to the door, and we see two shady looking people.

They look like trouble, so I’ll take them out if the feeling in my gut turns out to be true.

The one on the left has an lazy eye, and the other has one eye.

The one eyed man say, “Times up old man, where is our payment!?”

The bartender says back to the collector, “We don’t have it yet, we’re so close just give us two more days.”

“We can take her as your payment for this month” the lazy eyed collector says while caressing the bar maid’s right cheek.

This is pissing me off, why am I sitting here doing nothing to stop them?

The barkeep shouts at the creep collector, “I won’t let you take her as payment you piece of shit!”

The one eyed collector bashes the bartender in the back of the head with a big metal rod.

I can’t take this anymore, I reach for my sword, and I unsheath it.

I slash at the one eyed man’s weapon arm and cut it off, his arm comes clean off, the man screams in immense pain.

The lazy eyed man is about to attack me, I should cut his head off.

I am about to remove his head from his neck, but Slade puts a dagger through the lazy eyed collector’s brain.

I look down at the one armed man and say with a demanding tone, “Tell me why you are collecting protection money and tell me who you work for!”

He says, “I work for Arc-Bow the Demon General, and we were collecting tribute not protection money.”

I say to the bloody mess on the floor, “I see, well I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, but I am gonna take care of the problem” I point down at the man.

The soon to be dead trash in panic says, “Do you have any idea what will happen if you kill me!?”

I reply, “Yes I do” and I stab him in the heart.