Theodore Toussaint had consumed a few drinks, while entertaining those around him, but he was not drunk yet. He was surrounded by a couple of other travelers, who were listening to his fanciful tales, which they could no bring himself to believe. A barmaid handed him another drink, and Theodore tried to have her stay as well. No matter how adamant he was, however, she would not stay for more than a few moments at a time. Theodore was aware that not all believed his story, but he had to tell his tales in order to spread the facts of his deeds. He thought himself the greatest explorer still alive, matched only by a handful of people in history.
"So have I told you," he began. "Of my great discoveries of still virgin lands? Did I tell you of my great discovery of a great wide and long land south of Cathay? It was I who discovered it, before any others! It was inhabited by dark-skinned savages who lived among the tropics of that place. Have I told you how I went to the top of world, past Svalbard, filled with white bears, where everything is frozen? And I went to Giapan, where I met the King of that land, and he gave me this sword, they called it a Katana, which I still use to this day."
"Impossible," said one of those who sat at the table. "You couldn't have done any of that."
"Oh, but how it is all so very true!" Theodore said.