Very well. I accept your terms.

Truth be told, I hadn't really thought about what to do after I'd slain the beast.

If I have to keep seeing bones, so be it. More importantly, I'd like to see this "iron" of yours.

I want to see them making it, too. And I believe you said something about good liquor?

You lost, so you'll be the one pouring drinks.

Also, you'll build a great big sanctuary for me. I'll be living there from now on.

...Something wrong?

Nothing, just... Living there... you said.

Am I not allowed to live here!?

Oh, of course. It's fine, it's fine. Now then... How do we explain this to the people...