Non-Specific Happenings

It was the talk of the vicinity, talk of the building more like. The silent gazes of bystanders, the murmurs and whispers in every in and out of the premises.

The defeat of Leon the Valiant, not once, but twice in a row was a feat never once thought plausible… until now, that is.

Apparently, him losing anything wasn't something all that common around here. Battle of wits, brawns, there usually wasn't anyone that could rival him. 

He'd always excel, his victories always graceful.

Then, all a sudden here comes an Elf and Vampire barging in and toppling the status quo.

Might seem trivial in the grand scheme of things, but for a community as tightly-knit and informed as this… well, waves were being made, huge ones too.

But for how accustomed the hero of the people was to winning, surprisingly, he could lose just as graceful too.