“When I was a boy, we had to walk through 3 forbidden caves to get to school” Adray said, slamming down his drink.
“When I was a boy, we had to fight 50 monsters to gain a single level! None of this quick leveling or experience boosting malarkey!” Strago yelled.
“When I was a boy, we wore tutus just like real men do! Boys today with their “pants!” Humbug!” FuSoYa yelled.
“…Tutus?” his drinking partners asked.
“I lived on the moon! We were very backwards people! And you’re wearing a skirt right now Adray!”
“It’s a kilt! The height of high culture!”
“Hic. Say, have you heard that those pansy-waisted elves are coming back out of hiding!” FuSoYa asked.
“Elves! Always stepping on my lawn! I cut off their ears to make my shoes,” said their 4th member Haschel, before slipping back into drunken unconsciousness.
“It’s true! The Elves are coming out of hiding” Adray said, belching at the same time.
Strago flashed back to his youth. Of course, like many old men, his memories sometimes got a mixed up. See, he did in fact try an auto-levelling potion, handy of a traveling elf. But instead of making Strago level up, all it did was make shrill voices ring out in his head for months. He nearly took his own life from the horror. He has since revised his story of the event. His mind snapped back just in time to hear Haschel wake up and give a lecture of the advantage of ogre skin headbands. Charming.
Strago was waiting impatiently for his opponent, and the judges were about to call the match in his favor. Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out. “I’m heeeeere.”
The voice. The ears. The hideous creature standing in front of him. He was taken back to the worst time of his life just based on the voice alone. Alfina’s teenage mewling has sent many a stronger man packing.
Strago took a few months to recover the ordeal. Of course, when he rejoined his drinking buddies, the newest remembered experience they had from their boyhood was not being beaten by girls. It took him a while to live this one down.
