One day the nightwatchman of Elze walked into a tavern north of his hometown.
It seemed like a nice place to blow of some steam, but self control was never
a character trait he was known for, so 'some' turned into 'a lot' and
a night he'd never forget (well. some of it) was about to happen.
His lack of judgement was fueled by absolutely no lack of alcohol which lead
to the last sentence he'd be able to speak for months to come:
'I won't pay for this garbage!' After the dust settled and the last bones
were broken the bystanders witnessed a naked man crawling down the muddy
road to Elze and victorious Rigwarl was the new proud owner of a slightly
torn Uniform of the Nightwatch and the keys to the city of Elze.


The traditional hooded cape of the nightwatch and a horn to alarm the citizens.