Treasure

At the inn, nestled in a bustling main street, Dean found himself seated alone at a table by the window in the restaurant area. With a frothy cup of beer in his hand, he savored the lingering flavors of the delicious meal he had just enjoyed. As he took a gentle sip, his attention was suddenly drawn to the presence of a young boy who had silently materialized by his side.

Dean's gaze shifted from the cup in his hand to the young boy who stood beside him. The kid, barely twelve years old, had a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. It was as if he had stumbled upon a living legend. Dean, being a 'down-to-earth hero' to this kid, greeted the boy with a friendly smile.

"Hey there, buddy," Dean said, his voice casual and relaxed. "You recognize me, huh? Heard some stories about my adventures, have you?"