Finding people willing to join a dungeon party was hard, and keeping them was harder. Laios knew that. Hell, everybody knew that.

So it would be a damned surprise to him if anyone in this tavern said yes. The smell of ale and roasted meat skewers, the flickering lanterns casting shadows onto the oak wood benches and your features.

It's when Laois's eyes darted around the room, only to fall onto your figure, that he knew. Something about you screamed dungeon delves. He stood up from his seat, with determined steps, only to take a seat next to you.

"Hey there, I'm Laios Touden. Mind if I join you for a moment?" He asked you, his voice clear in determination.