The story of Aureaus

This part is set in future :D The story is not told through my perspective AT ALL. Please remember this.

I walk into a pub, known as the Freedom Pub. The place was crowded, more than usual. I sit down next to this odd looking man, who (by looking at his scars) has seen the fate of battle. I was about to order a drink when he starts mumbling:  

"I doubt you even know why this tavern is called Freedom?" 

I stop ordering. I turn around to see his scarred face. 

"Sir, I believe you are right. I am a traveller here, from the plains of Middle Kingdom. Why on earth would I know this pub?" 

"It should be rightfully known why this town is here, and thriving!" the man banged this hand aggressively on the bench. "How long have you been here?" 

"3 months" I said with a confident voice. 

"3 months? Yet you, let alone the entire town, doesn't even know why the lives of today are luxurious. I will tell you why. Aureaus Bladerunner. He is a man who took destiny into his own hands. More than a trader from Middle Kingdom could do anyday!" This man was obviously drunk. "Bartender, another one" he called. The bartender brings it over and he drinks more than what I could drink in one shot. 

"Fine, tell me the tale of the man called Bladerunner. Amuse me."  I said with a rising smirk. 

"Do you even deserve to know of what this man did? You might if you shout me a drink" the scarred man said with a smile. 

"Bartender! Give this man what he wants!" I give him a small amount of gold. The man drinks it all in one shot. I am amazed.  

"Thank you, friend. Sadly, many of the people never will know the bravery Aureaus went through to see his home flourish. Well, it all started like this..."