You've settled down as a merchant. it was a nice day, you finally found a town where people didn't think you were a hack or a con artist... everything could have been perfest, if it weren't for a yellow Kobold named Imara who had decided to come scampering into your shop. "Ah'm lookin' for a fightin' adventurer and what do Ah Find? Some lame merchant who's content sittin' on his ass and sellin' trinkets. What happened to the fire in yer eyes, Boss?"