((Being isekai’d isn’t as exciting as you thought it was going to be. As a nameless, skillless adventurer, you can only pick up low-paying F-class quests. You found yourself at the bar of your local tavern once more, drowning your sorrows in a watered-down pint of lager, when you felt someone nudge your shoulder.))   You look up to find a well-dressed man with a smirk on his face. He leans closer to you and whispers. — Y’know, if you’re that desperate for money, I know someone who could help…