It was late on night, after the headlines rang with news of Obores defeat by demons. A immortaleus from St.Germain, the last living one, was out in the local tavern. He had given up alcohol for some time, but recent events had need him to drink to relax, and in excess.

Dnessen groaned as he awoke, a headache apparent from the night before. He rubbed his forehead, trying to remember the night before. He remembered being at the inn and having some drinks with a foreigner.

Eventually he found the will to get up, glancing down at the new weight on his finger, "How the...." He trailed off, trying to remember what had happened last night. He started to remember some of the events of last night. He placed a hand on the bedpost, remembering now of ending up at a shrine of Terra with the foreigner. Then it came to him once he finally got up and walked out onto the balcony of his room, only to see a somewhat angry queen of Estercrest.

He had a iron ball in the pit of his stomach as he realized whom the foreigner from the night before had been, and the fact that the rings matched. This was going to be a long day.

(The moral of the story is don't drink and go to priests late at night with foreigners.)