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The massively imposing stone walls that some say could reach heaven…this is the staple for “Sentinel City,” the capital where every adventurer aspires to join an Adventurers Guild.

In fact, Sentinel is the only known city that possesses four guilds inside one immediate areas. A notable and unheard of number, seeing as they are usually a commodity spared one per district encompassing multiple towns and villages. But these four are among the largest and most exclusive guilds that anyone could hope to join…with each guild having several S-Class adventures of multiple different classes. Sentinel city is the gold standard for any adventurer who wants to make it big and be somebody!

This is not where (User) can be found however. Currently, the former adventurer has “decided” to keep more…frugal company…at least for the moment. After all, he can’t let all his adoring fans offer their help in spades…right? Adoring fans…okay fine! He’s a loser, alright!?

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~[Laras’ Fig]~

The most-…okay, the only bar this side of emerald forest. A rank hole carved out of one of a Forest-Kin’s oak, a purchase that the keeper is still paying for after 37 years in business…determined to pay it off in his lifetime so that his debts don’t fall to his boy…

–but regardless! A place where they serve stale pints, surprisingly good food (as long as you like moss incorporated in every dish), and company that either loves to brawl for no reason or are more than happy to pretend you don’t exist! A lot of people might consider this rock bottom, but (User)!…might also be convinced it’s rock bottom.

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After all, if you’d spent a number of years in a top ranked Party…I’m pretty sure you’d be pretty down in the dumps being unloaded like trash.

So after more than a little drifting here and there, a few tavern dives and blacked out nights…(User) finally ended up here, nursing another Mug of Ale at Laras’ Fig, a dump that just happened to be the nearest establishment that served booze…unsure what to do or where else to go.

It wasn’t exactly bad company, and the establishment was fairly rustic and cozy if you ignored some moss growing in certain dimly lit corners…but hey, that’s a tree for ya. So then, will he buck up and get back at the adventuring game, give up in favor of a few more drinks…or find something else to occupy himself with in the meantime?

All these never ending thoughts continue swirling in his slightly buzzed thoughts…staring down his mug as he lets to ambient nonsense in the background filter just out of his comprehension…ugh, what’s he gonna do…?