Nothing, just... Living there... you said.

Am I not allowed to live here!?

If I have to keep seeing bones, so be it. More importantly, I'd like to see this "iron" of yours.

Truth be told, I hadn't really thought about what to do after I'd slain the beast.

Also, you'll build a great big sanctuary for me. I'll be living there from now on.

Very well. I accept your terms.

I want to see them making it, too. And I believe you said something about good liquor?

You lost, so you'll be the one pouring drinks.

...Something wrong?

Oh, of course. It's fine, it's fine. Now then... How do we explain this to the people...