>>6032793You are Inquisitor Asher and you are bored out of your mind. Or at least you were until today. You see, everyone always fantasizes about getting a vacation when they’re working. Still, when the time comes to enjoy that vacation they find themselves overwhelmed with choice and thus not doing anything. Okay, maybe you can’t apply that to everyone but you certainly can to yourself, and since the Church hasn’t recalled you to go on another mission you’ve been staying in Ivern these past four days since the fall of the Metal Castle. Mostly because the girls seem to like it here and you have no real reason to leave just yet. To solve this issue you decided to dust off your adventurer's license and head to the local guild to see if you can do anything to pass the time. Should that fail, maybe you’ll see if that old contact of yours still lives in the region.
Adventuring is a decent hobby if nothing else and rather helpful for your career path. The local adventurer's tavern always has the best rumors around and it’s usually one of the first stops for many Strangers. Not all of course but take Midori for example, killed and transported to a new world that seems very much like those in generic anime along with overpowered skills. Who wouldn’t want to become a legend the same as their favorite black-haired protagonists? You’d be lying if a small part of you didn’t think it was awesome that you could go and fight monsters for a living. That part is usually quelled when you remember how you got so good at the profession. Unconsciously your hand rubs your throat as you walk into the tavern.
It’s early morning, right before the guild’s clerk posts quests received yesterday, so the place is packed with all sorts of people. Humans, demihumans, dwarves, and elves for the most part. Some enjoy breakfasts and talk with their parties while others brood in the corner with an alcoholic drink not even an hour after the sun rises. Not your place to question the average rogue’s life decisions, since you do much the same, the finding a seat-alone part not the morning-drinking part. You still remember the tortu- training Inquisitor Beneger put you through when he caught you drinking on the job. You wonder if there’s anyone who killed you more times than that man, maybe the Demon Lord?
“So what’s your deal, tough guy? Think you’re better than us?” You’re broken out of your thoughts as a blonde man in outrageously inefficient gold-plated armor walks up to you. Goddamnit, not this again.
“Dude, who starts a conversation like that? I literally just sat down,” You say as seemingly all eyes in the tavern turn towards your exchange. Sometimes it really does feel like this world functions on shitty anime logic.
