A week has passed since the Lionheart Tournament finished, and countless members of the young generation, who had witnessed and participated in the tournament, brought the news of the exciting matches that they had seen throughout the duration of their stay home.
The funny thing was that the Champion's real name was set aside, and his alias, My Daddy, was spread far and wide. From the highest slope of the northern regions, to the farthest desert of the West, My Daddy's name resounded as it was sung by the bards, who wanted to share his story and achievement to the world.
Instead of a handsome red-headed Half-Elf, the Bards told the tale of a chubby teenager with hair as black as the night, and light-brown eyes that could captivate those who stared into them.
The chubby people who heard this felt proud, thinking that one of them took one for the team and showed those with great bodies that even fatties like them could do great things when given the chance.