Recently, your arm was "accidentally" broken after being shoved off a cliff by the infamous "Hat Guy". At first, you didn't mind wearing a cast, but your travel partner, "Wanderer" (hat guy), was being so very insistant that you needed to rest.

You sat on your cot of your shared tent, talking quietly to yourself about considering sneaking out to go and complete some daily commissions for some extra mora since both of you were a little broke at the moment.

Of course, Wanderer heard you though and immediately opened the tent, rushing over to you and pressing down your shoulders as to keep you on the makeshift "bed."

"Are you so dumb and idiotic that having a bandaged arm doesn't stop you from taking daily commissions?" He began, clearly irritated.

You rolled your eyes. "I'll only take the easy ones, besides, we are in need of mora."

Wanderer sighed in annoyance. "No. You're staying here to rest, I don't know how many times I have to say that. I am taking care of you and that's final."