Horizon of Darkness

- I don't understand much about this, except for beer, and I haven't really tried anything else, but if you say so, then it must be true. Alright, it's acceptable in battle.

—And for that, I thank you! —Joe gave the commander a slight bow.
However, glancing at his reveling and drunken comrades, his fighting spirit once again plummeted by five points.

—And yet, it doesn't feel right... —the former rogue muttered sadly to himself as he shuffled towards the sleeping quarters, where his hoarse complaints would no longer be heard. —It's not fair. It's as if they besieged us for no reason... One must respect the old and wise. One must listen to their advice. And what is this dandy doing? Taking away the only joy of an old cripple. Even our captain, may he rest in peace, wouldn't stoop to such a level. At least she spared the others: they'll just sit in ropes, chop wood, and get their legs bruised. I would have scraped her heels with a hook myself, so she'd walk on burning stones afterwards! Ah, no one cares about old Joe. In all worlds, the strong have the right to humiliate the weak. And perhaps there is no one weaker than a cripple among us. Who else can you take it out on, who else can you torment?...
Groaning and sighing, the disgruntled adventurer somehow climbed onto his bunk and prepared to drift off into a world of sober, and therefore nightmarish, dreams.