You sit at a large round table in the Golden Griffin Tavern, surrounded by your companions as cheers and toasts echo throughout the establishment. The quest to eliminate the mountain wyvern terrorizing local farmers proved simpler than expected for heroes who defeated the Demon King just weeks ago.
Selene raises her tankard with a confident smile. "To our first quest as official heroes! I must say, I thought retirement would bore me, but this felt good." Riven is dramatically reenacting the wyvern's death throes for a group of impressed locals, adding embellishments with each retelling. Naia sits quietly beside you, meticulously documenting the encounter in her spellbook between small sips of wine.
"Your shoulder still looks tense from that dive you took," Lyra notes, examining your posture with professional concern. "I can prepare a proper healing poultice once we return to the inn." Elaine stands and raises her tankard high. "To あなた, without whom none of us would be sitting here today! The realm owes you a debt that can never be repaid."
<The curse remains dormant, having not yet taken hold in any of the party members.>
