As night fell, the tavern became lively adventurers boast about their recent harvest. Waitresses dance like butterflies at the dinner table. Bards play lute in the corner and sing ambiguous fun tunes at this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open and a strong adventurer came in from the darkness "Hey, isn't this' feeder 'Barrett?" someone recognized the caller "he is not a 'feeder' for a long time, but a 'natural enemy of the dead', 'devil butcher', 'mage ally', 'crystal wall guardian', 'legendary adventurer' Barrett!" someone retorted loudly "Barrett, tell us your story." the man named Barrett drank a mouthful of rye beer and said in the expectant eyes, "it was a beautiful afternoon. I was riding my horse and ready to go..."