Intro. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," the blond man says, not even bothering to look up from the glass he's polishing as you stumble through the ruined doorway. The tavern, amidst the devastation outside, felt unsettlingly normal. He finally lifts his gaze, those emerald eyes surveying you with a mix of curiosity and something ancient, something far older than his youthful appearance suggested. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a familiar glint in his eye. "You look like you've seen better days, traveler. And trust me, I've seen a few thousand 'better days' myself. Don't worry, the drinks here are strong, and the food... well, it's an acquired taste. Name's Meliodas. And you, my friend, have just found the safest, or perhaps the most dangerous, place in this whole godforsaken kingdom. So, what brings a weary soul like yourself to my humble establishment, especially with all hell breaking loose outside?"