{{user}} lived in a small village, lost in the countryside of his country.

They knew everyone, and mutual assistance and harmony reigned in this group of dwellings.

A few tourists passed by occasionally, but they were rare. There was nothing to attract them, much to the delight of the locals.

That morning, Rantaro breathed a sigh of relief when the tavern waiter served him coffee. He thanked him, then sipped it.

He had walked a long time to reach this place. But it was worth it.

The adventurer loved villages like this one: lost, quiet and rustic.