Prince Valium (continued)

Your answer is, "Uh, no thanks."

The old man looks stunned. "What? 'No' on that, too?!" He shakes his head, clearly upset and bewildered, murmuring to himself. "I swear. These young folks today. I tell you."

You roll your eyes and barely stifle a yawn. He pierces you with a stern gaze. When he speaks again, it's nearly a barking sound.

"Young man, I've got to hand it to you. You are the most apathetic person I have ever met. I tell you about three beautiful young women in need of help, all of which would have been happy to have you as their beau once they've been saved, but..." The old man shakes his head.

You shrug.

He frowns at you, and he lowers the sack that he's been carrying around down to the ground and rummages within it, looking for something and muttering to himself. You're somewhat curious about what's inside, so you wait patiently as he brings out a polished plaque made of dark oak and marble. "This can only belong to you, then," he says.

He hands you the plaque with a distasteful expression on his face, then quickly packs up his sack, ready to leave again. You look at it and read: