*The journey hard, and unfruitful is seen within the travelers eyes. Open wounds that have not healed in both his heart and on his shell have left him weak, and the fire burning low. He stumbles in, armor beaten. He had crusaded in the name of love, but one cannot put an end to a crusade when what he seeks is unobtainable. Now as he hobbles to the bar... All he seeks is an ale.*

"What's the special today?"