Third Person's POV
Tears welled and streamed down his face while it mingled with snot, ale, and blood.
It created a grotesque mask of humiliation as the spicy concoction overwhelmed his senses.
The surrounding brawl on the pub floor came to a sudden halt as every head turned toward the commotion.
Even the most hardened adventurers stood wide-eyed, watching as the infamous Declan, the brutish Gold-rank terror of Vord City—floundered and spluttered like a drunk drowning in a puddle.
His pain and humiliation mirrored that of countless victims he had bullied and extorted.
Murmurs spread quickly and most of the crowd watched the spectacle with unrestrained glee.
Grins broke out among the stronger patrons and some even openly chuckled.
"Looks like Declan's finally tasting his own medicine!" a small old demon shouted as he raised his withered hand in a mock salute.