Inside the reconstructed Golden Sun Wood Tavern.
"Let me tell you guys!
Back then, that Big Black Mushroom Man, just one punch! One punch!
Punched out such a—big—hole in the ground!
Knocked all of us down."
The green-clad adventurer, in an effort to be understood by others, spread his arms wide to gesture the width of that pit.
But clearly, not everyone was buying it. A scruffy adventurer sneered and questioned:
"A big-sized black mushroom would be understandable, considering there's a bunch of weird walking mushrooms down there now. But you say the sixth floor?
Everyone knows walking mushrooms don't go beyond the fifth floor.
Let alone the power you described, which obviously exceeds the scope of sixth-floor demons.
Even tenth-floor monsters would struggle to make such an impact as you described.
Moderate your exaggerations, alright?
Too much of it just makes people see through the lie right away."
