“Roland! Good to see you, buddy. How you doing?”
“Not to shabby, Landor. And you?”
“Good, Good. Hey you know it’s been two years to the day since we defeated the horde of Graknrrr and saved the world of man and elf from eternal damnation.”
“Well, yeah, since I was at the battle. It sure was close, wasn’t it? For a while I thought Serranna wouldn’t find the jewel and fulfill the prophecy, but she came through at the last moment. Close thing, my friend, too close.”
They pause and reflect.
“Shame about Locan. At least he died a hero’s death.”
“Yes, he did. He saved my life, Roland, and many others.”
Another pause
“Anyhoo, what brings you to town today?”
“Oh, nothing. Just running a few errands. Gotta pick up my new plow from the smithy. You going to open up your shop?”
“Yeah. I’m running late, so I’d better be going.”
“OK. Hey! since it’s victory day, why don’t we get together at the tavern after you close up. We’ll drink a toast to Locan and all those who fell that day.”
“Sounds good. I can’t stay too late, since I’ve gotta get my kid to spellcaster’s school tomorrow morning. But I should be able to grab a couple of pints of mead.”
“It’s a plan, then. I’ll see you when the bell tolls eight.”
And so on for nine volumes. I’m not sure if it will sell. (No offence to the OP I hope
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