>(old Bert sits by the fireplace with some grandkids on his lap)
>Bert: ...and that's how I vanquished the Ultimate Evil and finally avenged my fallen Teacher's death.
>Bert's Grandkids: Grampa Bert, and what did you do after?
>Bert: Oh, well, I decided it was time for me to retire. I quit adventuring, met your grandmother, and together we decided to settle down as humble farmers in this peaceful little hamlet.
>Bert's Grandkids: And your mace! What happened to your mace, Grampa Bert??
>Bert: Oh, my mace... Well, after I finally completed my holy quest of justice and revenge, there was no more point in spilling blood and guts with my poor old Teacher's mace. So I gifted it to Sister Clarice, who wanted to start her own convent, and needed a holy relic for its shrine.
>Bert's Grandkids: But Grampa Bert, didn't you miss it?
>Bert: Well, yeah, of course I did. Me and my mace, we had some good adventures together, sure we did. *sigh* But well, at least I can die happily knowing that now there's a whole convent of young shrine maidens dedicated to worshipping Mhye P'iehnyss!
>Bert's Wife (from another room): BERTRAM!!!