The Chosen Minifigure

Warlen walks in, ignoring the looks his shining armour gets on the way to Portias. "2 smelling salts, a mead and a Nostrum, if you please." (25+25+15+35=100)

As he walks out, Warlen nods to his companions of Quests past, and 'accidentally' hits Lind with the hilt of his sword, before exiting to the marketplace.

Oh. Stupid me. I thought it was, like, this month.

Actually, Warlen's bragging how many he's defeated. He hasn't killed any, but being Warlen, he's still technically honest while finding a way to brag. Which is made much easier seeing how I'm the only one from my first quest in the hall. Speaking of which, when is the 4th anniversary party?

After Sandman mentioned drinks, Warlen took a sip at his own concoction, identical to the strangers, which he had been curious to try. His head reeled to and fro, unable to cope with the sheer alcohol. He discreetly slid the drink away from him, acting as if it wasn't his.

"Believe me, this one had no mercy," muttered Warlen darkly.

Joining in on the conversation, Warlen remarked: "I've fought 4 dragons, and defeated 3. The one I didn't was when I was by myself. Long story short, I've learned that large teams are needed to fight Dragons."

Warlen simply slides into the seat on the other side of Sandman and waits for the next round of drinks.

Awesome Mix of The Galaxy: Vol.2!

Warlen nods, handing him 65 gold. "Don't spend it all on sweets. Unless you like sweets. I like sweets."

Warlen gets up from his seat only to sign up for quest #138.

"Mmm. Well, until then I'd never given much thought to religion, or even the gods, to be honest. I think that you opened up my mind just that bit more, allowed me to see them fur what they were. Thank you for that."

The many, many joke ones. In fact, I only found 1 non-sexist one.

Personally, I want an army of Goblins/Hobgoblins, VS Elves and a unique human army (like, completely unique barding), and a few choice special figs: Beholder, Mindflayer, and Pegasus.

"Mmmnm. Remember when you told me how I may not believe in the demons, but they believed in me?"

Warlen looks at Vind for a moment, but simply sticks his sword point-first into the ground. "Actually, Vind my friend, I've been meaning to thank you."

Warlen pulls out his sword and absentmindedly starts refining his cutting movements. "You know, my liege, some here would be better suited for this job than others. I do not presume to place myself above my friends, but it is a Distinct possibility that I am the only person here who has assisted in the defeat of not one, not two, but a trio of dragons in my time? Along with the dragon from... my past. Still undefeated, I presume. My one true regret..." he trailed off, still slashing at the air.

They put out three of those: Iron Man's shoulder, Tjor's hammer, and Cap's shield. It's just to say "Hey, you like the avengers! Well now you looked at this poster for what you thought was Tony Starks next film, why not see this instead?"

Look up the Lego Sandy Cheeks minifig. That helmet would be perfect.

What is this? To the internet! I mean, to a new tab!

Hurry up! Everyone wants to fight Flynn! I mean Lind! Or whatever he's called now.

Who was the one remaking the Arena?

Warlens eyes shine at the opportunity to go travelling, not having done so much since... well... he left his home. Warlen signs up for quest #139

As the sensible heroes talked, Warlen muttered to Lind: "Just... go do something else for now, Lind." He then proceeded to turn to the royal and listen to his tale.