It had been a month since his last mission. Apparently his services weren't required anymore. The enemy had a fucking dragon. A DRAGON! And it wasn't one of those little hatchlings or even a few centuries old, it was a fully mature dragon, the kind that only mothers tell their children in scary stories. And he had experienced it's terrific might first hand. It was supposed to be the final push in breaching the gates into the inner city of the Axiom Empire. An empire which should have ceased existing years ago but fate would have it otherwise. With the death of the Gods, the entire empire became a dead zone. Every living creature which entered its territory died and it didn't end there. After a few days they were reanimated as undead, that also included any previous corpses which were intact and within the kingdom's borders. The Reign of the Mad King began anew and all the soldiers and civilians who had died inside enemy territory during the First Axiom War now joined his side.

And again, during the second axiom war, after beating back the undead and getting so close to ending the Mad King again, he summoned a dragon.

How do you even kill a dragon of that size? - He thought to himself as he raised his empty cup to be refilled again. 
Humming appreciatively once he felt the cup filled back to fullness, he brought it up to his mouth and with motions perfected during his drinking marathon drained the cup in a few seconds, some small streams of liquid snaking their way from the corners of his mouth through his 3 weeks unshaven black beard, down to his neck and white shirt, already dotted in several places by yellow stains, undoubtedly to be stained more by the end of the night. Besides his shirt he is wearing dark brown pants and leather boots.

Catching sight of the man with the corner of his eye, waiting until the man cast his eyes upon his direction, he motioned with his hand for the man to come sit on the table with him. If someone were to look at him from the back, they would get a completely different view from the drunkard that he looked like from the front. Beard soaked in booze with a stained shirt in the front and an unfocused gaze.