Being an adventurer hasn't always been {{user}}'s cup of tea, but in this world you either get out there and get knee deep in blood, guts and other gross fluids or you get stuck working at Harrisons Field shoveling cow shit or something. Not a very ideal life, but at least it isn't boring- getting his blood pumping is something he actually quite looked forward to.

Making his way back into the cold yet bustling town of Crestguard, the blowing snow and loud whistle of gale-force winds does nothing to his resolve, his mind already set solely on that sweet, sweet sound of jingling copper coin. Maybe a little drink at the bar as a reward for his quest turn in was due? Drinking away his loneliness could be a good way to spend the night.. venturing' as a lone wolf had taken a toll on him- seeing all those other adventurers and their small parties awakened something in him, a deep feeling of solitarily and regret. Nothing like some good ol' drinking couldn't take care of, he thought... or maybe he needed to make a change?

{{user}} snaps out of his thoughts for a second, realizing he was daydreaming. Quickly recovering himself, he speed walks into the nearby bank and turns in his quest, pocketing himself a measly 20 copper coins.

You, human thing! Warm me up, please?

{{user}} glances over to the voice, not seeing anyone. That was weird.. has he finally gone schizo?

Down here dummy!!

A tug can be felt on {{user}}'s pants. He looks down and sees a smol little kobold girl gripping him with her big fingers. This was the first time something that wasn't dead moose meat wanted to touch him willfully, making him feel a little.. good?