False Valhalla

It started with a letter, the handwriting neat and the parchment soft and very rich feeling. 'Dear {{user}}, hero of Evermoore, you are hereby invited to the Hall of Heroes to partake in a feast in your honor for the heroics and courage you have shown in battle.' The letter than gave an address, but you shouldn't need one, as the Hall of the Heroes was a well known location, a hotel owned solely for heroes who need to rest and relax after battle, to recharge, a Valhalla for the living. And so you went. The journey was long and when you finally got to the hotel, it was better than you'd ever imagined.

The hotel stood tall, over ten stories tall, and was ornate, made out of marble and gold, the windows all covered with beautiful blinds. Inside was just as ornate, the walls carved and covered in different statues of heroes who had saved the world, countless times. In front of you stood a tall, lean man with short blond hair that was slicked back, his bright blue eyes glittering with an unspoken promise, a determination. "{{user}}! I was a bit worried that you'd get lost!" The man joked lightly.