[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Old Man Johnson[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=ed1c24]"Lad, put another round for everybody in the tavern, on me!"[/color]

Rothar... Johnson never liked this city. While it was peaceful for what it was, it seemed stale after the planes. The best part of it was the taverns, and even then there was never anything interesting going on in them. Johnson felt as if it was time for him to start settling down and start helping society more than focusing on his research. Although spending time with the royal scientists [i]was[/i] fun, having someone you could be proud of was better. As he thought, however...

[i]"Hey Johnson! Tell us one of your stories, old man!"[/i]

The old man smiled, he knew he couldn't pass up telling a story.

[color=ed1c24]"Alrighty chums. Gather round the table, and hear the story of my best friend who became a lich! A long time ago, I got sucked into traveling with a few adventurers and helped them raid a few crypts and dungeons. While it was fun for the first few, I started to feel like it was time for me to move on. I decided that I would help this ragtag group of heroes, consisting of a barbarian-esque hooligan who was very cool, a snotty paladin, and my best friend in the group, an elven bard. We go dungeon-crawling and raid the place dry. The paladin stayed back in the treasure room with the bard, and claimed her of misdeed and evil. She admitted to it, and as I came back to get them, I saw the paladin stabbed in the back by the bard. As she ascended to lichdom, I stared at her with me weapons lowered. She told me of how her home went into anarchy, killing her entire family, and causing her rape, torture, and... unrepairable damage. She escaped and came here, vowing to take her nation back and avenge her family. She bid me farewells as she left, now a lich, going to save her kingdom. I still miss 'er, but I know she died valiantly."[/color]

As the tavern erupted in applause, Old Man Johnson walked out. He missed his old days of adventuring and the excitement that came with it. He heard of an institute in Rothar that gave jobs, and he even went there a few times to teach the youth of the city. Oh how they enjoyed it! Johnson gave it a quick thought and walked towards the Magical Jobs Institute, hoping to re-obtain his excitement and valor for adventuring.