"Damn! The Silver League camp is this lively? If I'd known, I would've come sooner, haha!"
A crude roar came from nearby. The surrounding adventurers all turned to look, then grew excited and voluntarily made way.
"It's Oscar, the King of Adventurers! Good heavens... Lord Oscar, you're participating in the Silver League too?"
Oscar wore a set of heavy black armor, and on either shoulder plate was engraved... well... were those two fat maggots?
Mr. Fat Maggot, the Armored Battle Maggot, still followed closely behind his master, wriggling across the ground and kicking up a small cloud of dust.
"So what if I'm participating! The rewards are that generous—did you think I couldn't see them? And that bastard Lich King, I'll be the first one to rush up and kill him!"
Oscar stood amid the crowd of adventurers, waving his arms and roaring.
"Where's the registration point? Where's the tavern? Don't tell me Tirion forgot to build a tavern!"
Thus, led by a large group of adventurers, Oscar arrived before the Silver League registration tent.
A shapely, seductive female priest stepped out of the tent. At the tip of her white staff was a carving of a pair of angelic feathered wings.
"Well, Tirion's got quite a few beauties here. How come I've never seen this lovely little sister before?"
Oscar's words immediately drew laughter from the adventurers.
"My lord, go show us your charm! Let us see it, haha..."
Oscar immediately patted his breastplate. "Just wait and watch. I'll let you young adventurers see the bearing of Lord Fat Maggot!"
"Good! Lord Oscar will win!"
Oscar strode forward on his short, thick legs, approaching the human female priest who had her back to him and was untying her mount's reins.
Smack!
A crisp, resounding sound echoed throughout the area