RPG on the Portal.

Sage, a peasant replies to you.
- Yes, there were demons here, and it took us a lot of effort to drive them away. You must be tired from the road. Come in, rest with us.
- I don't know about you, but after that poison, I wouldn't mind having a drink! - said Verdan and headed towards the dilapidated, but still somewhat decent tavern.

Although the paladins didn't seem very eager to rest, the long journey was clearly taking its toll, and their commander ordered: - Halt! We'll move on in two hours! - and the paladins began to dismount, some taking out their travel supplies, while others headed towards the tavern, which had miraculously survived in this village. I didn't have any supplies, so I followed Verdan.
- Something is strange about this village, how did they manage to survive here? The fields are not cultivated, which means they don't have their own food, and the locals probably don't have much money either. And they even managed to fight off the demons..., - I thought as I headed towards the tavern, - no, something is not right here. We need to be on our guard.
I turned around and approached the paladin commander, explaining my concerns, and received the answer that no one was relaxing anyway, and all the warriors were ready for any surprises. In addition, he invited me to have a snack with a few paladins, who immediately began to tell stories about their heroic deeds.