This was dumb. The room smelled of the worst elements of dejected peasantry and the second coming of their lunch. But Lucius, Tyrant Prince of Gor, would not be so easily sent packing. Even if it was gross and he missed his family. No, he could not return unless he was victorious. And all the old stories his father told him about HIS adventuring days always started in a tavern. Though that might be because Uncle Granitechest was always there. The point was, a tavern reeked of adventure (alongside the aforementioned grossness). The young prince continued drinking his milk until the woman spoke up. Yes, a paladin of a noble order... a worthy companion and lackey for a prince seeking adventure. He got up, taking his staff in hand and walking over, doing his best to look sagely... and most likely failing, due to being a scrawny ten-year-old wizard.

"Paladin! Know this, for I, Lucius Serpentson, will grace your quest with my mystic might! ...for a share of the treasure. And telling my mom and dad how helpful I was please."