"You know, people sometimes you just want to do something else..." As the holy blade, plunged in Dark Lord Callade's chest and skewered his black heart, Lia Hart felt only relief. While it'd taken but a year, she felt as if 10 times that had passed. Being chosen had weighed on her, body and soul but now, the wicked creature which had plagued the lands was dead. It wasn't a retirement. Or even a resignation. For Lot, his taking off the mantle of dark lord was a statement. He had never wanted to be what he was. He never asked nor was asked what he wanted in life by most everyone he knew.Now, with his "death", Lot was going to do one simple thing: He was opening an Inn. (NOTE: COVER IMAGE IS AI GENERATED AND IS ONLY A PLACEHOLDER!! I HAVE NOT NOR WILL I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THIS IMAGE, NOR DOES IT BELONG TO A COPYRIGHT HOLDER. Thought I should add this just incase.)