Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two

>... and do you remember that time when we fought that beholder? The way you cleaved straight through his eye stalks. Good times...

>Of course I remember! I still eat my porridge out of his skull!

>It must leak something awful.

>Who doesn't after forty years?

>Those were good times, old friend. sigh I'm going to miss you when you're gone.

>You're getting morose in your old age, wizard.

>Old, yes. But I stopped aging thirty years ago.

>Hm? You're shifting...?

>The truth is, I invited you here because I wanted something to remember you by.

>I've picked out the perfect valley for your offspring. It has everything they could need. In a thousand years, it'll be a prosperous city. I'll be there to make sure of it. I've even got the roads mapped out in my mind. All it needs is the first seed.

>I recognise that face... those, um...

>That bimbo tavern wench you had your eye on, forty years ago. Remember her? I thought it might make this easier for you.

>Mm... I see by your codpiece, there's still some fire left in the old dog after all...