"The gods are careless and cruel; I learned that young. Then the Harvest Scythe was stolen, and I learned they were stupid too. Without it in its divine place, the world would starve in one year's time, and apparently, she needed a gaggle of random assholes at a bar to go get it for her."

Fortune tells an unwitting audience his story: one about the adventurers who prevented the world's end. But if he reveals the truth of they had to do, what they learned, will those who hear let him walk free?

Can he reopen the pain of their quest and face it?