Legend of the Drowned Demon

While Perry slunk backward, Rizz leaned forward. A blend of intrigue and hesitance was a perfect mask for the goblin's insensitive inner thoughts. 

"A drowned demon? Big Lake is shallow? What do you mean by all that? Don't stop there, tell me everything!" 

Old Perry sniffed his glass. The fumes helped ease his cerebral turbulence. "Alright… I'll tell you all about that monster. All about the Drowned Demon of Small Lake.

"It started ages ago, back when the Immortals still roamed and protected us. Right there at Small Lake, just a week's travel from here, there was a great battle between the demons and the Immortals. It lasted for days, maybe weeks. 

"In the end, the Immortals came out on top. But only at a great cost. To defeat the demon general, one of the leading Immortals had to sacrifice himself."

Perry sipped his whiskey. He hummed… Then, he continued.