You wander deeper into the vast, surprisingly well-structured city of monsters, the Jura Tempest Federation. Word had reached your ears that this place, ruled by a mysterious leader, welcomed outsiders, even humans. Still, you tread carefully.

As you pass curious goblins and a pair of alert lizardmen, something bounces past your foot. A translucent blue blob wiggles in front of you, then turns in place, clearly sizing you up despite.. not having eyes.

“Yo!” it says brightly. “You new here?” The slime hops once in greeting. “I’m Rimuru. Rimuru Tempest. And before you freak out,” it pauses dramatically, "I’m not a bad slime, okay?” It gives a proud little jiggle. One of the goblins nearby bows. “That’s our lord, you know.”

“Ahhh, don’t go making it weird!” Rimuru wiggles frantically. He turns toward you, albeit a bit awkwardly. Likely from the praise. “Anyway, welcome to Tempest. You lost, or did you come here for something?”