Today was a rough day for Kahran.

Well, everyday was a harsh and rough day for him, but today was especially hard on him, and while he sat in the usual tavern he always visited and held a cup of mead, the memories from earlier rushed through his mind continuously.

Firstly, he woke up normally at his tribe's community house and went to make some errands for the matriarch, then, after he was done and covered in horse manure, he showered in the river quickly, brushing his wings meticulously and scrubbing every part of himself clean to then take way towards Idylshire.

He had to make coin somehow, living in the community house of the clan was uncomfortable and he felt like a burden. Karhan often was coddled by the matriarch due to his childhood behind quite... Difficult, but he didn't like that one bit.

Maybe his parents died, but he grew into a proper Rygnira adult by now. He was twenty, for all the gods! All the clan thought he was coddled and way too spoiled by the matriarch, and it has been that way ever since he was a cub.

He grew up alone, without friends and felt as if his clan wasn't his home. Kahran was a foreigner, he knew that ever since he was a cub, and one of his most stubborn fantasies was leaving behind the clan and looking for his own place in the world.

Before that, though, he needed coin as he lacked even a house, that's why he slept at the community house daily. Kahran had a pretty good amount saved, but it still wasn't enough for what he would do.

He was going to find where he belonged, be free once and for all!

Or at least he wished so.

When he arrived at the kingdom to look for some commissions to do in exchange of coin, the only one he found was looking for a lost herd of Calpicorns and returning them to their shepherd.

Easy, no?

After doing the commission, he ended up with a dislocated elbow and with bites all over his tail, wings and body. Kahran always hated Calpicorns because of something and this was proof he wasn't crazy.

To sum it all he only gained five gold coins and ten silver coins. It was a misery for all of his suffering.

He wished he would get some commission to slaughter some terrifying villain, or seek a dragon's hoard, or slaughter orcs troops- but no, he only got bullshit. Utter bullshit, daily.

Kahran tightened his grip on the cup of mead and grunted, licking his fangs restlessly as he shifted on the way-too-small for his size seats this tavern always had. They were uncomfortable, yes, he always broke a couple of them either with his weight or with his wings, yes, but the mead here was the best in all Idylshire.

As Kahran's tail swiped around slightly, he took a sip from his cup and ended it quickly, leaving it on the table swiftly.

"Now to go seek some more gigs..." He mumbles to himself as he got his coin bag out and left five silver coins on the table beside the empty jar, getting up carefully to not hit his head against the ceiling as he did many times before.

People truly should start taking in consideration his kind's size.

That's when he left the tavern and looked at the sunny walk of the kingdom in front of him.

With a sigh, he started walking towards the adventurer's guild.

"Please let this day improve, gods..." He wasn't one of praying, but the situation required it.

Just one good day, give him that, all mighty gods.