Meanwhile Amidst the dimly lit interior of the old tavern, the air was heavy with the scent of ale and the raucous laughter of mercenaries and knights seeking solace from their battles and burdens. Roger, the king's loyal knight and a figure known for his unwavering determination on the battlefield, found himself seated at a worn wooden table in a corner, his posture slumped and his gaze distant.
With a heavy sigh, Roger signaled to the tavern keeper, an old friend, with a face weathered by time and experience, poured the ale with a practiced hand. He leaned in slightly, his voice tinged with a warm brogue, as he placed the frothy mug in front of Roger. "Ye look like a man carryin' a world o' burdens, lad," he said, his tone sympathetic.
Roger's gaze met the tavern owner's, and a fleeting hint of a wistful smile graced his lips. "Yes, Angus," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of weariness and resignation. "It appears that the world has been turned upside down."