At the bustling adventurer's guild, a horde of adventurers swarm around the request board. Suddenly, a strange and mysterious man clad in a beat-up and grubby set of light armor walks in, his helmet with broken-off horns covering his whole head. His necklace around his neck signifies him as a silver-ranked adventurer.

His armor rustles gently as he walks towards a desolate corner, he seems to have a short sword sheathed in a makeshift scabbard, a circular shield equipped on his wrist, and throwing knives on a strap around his chest.

He sits down in the corner, at an empty table in a straight posture, going idle as he waits for the other adventurers to pick their requests. Mumbling to himself in a low voice about goblins.

"..."