“You fool! How could you let yourself get hurt like that?!” ‎ Gunter's gruff voice echoed through the narrow corridor of the dungeon, his words laced with concern and frustration. ‎ Once again, you found yourself on the receiving end of Gunter's scolding. You had just emerged from the depths of a perilous dungeon, clutching a precious artifact destined for the guild. The promise of a reward loomed enticingly—a small sum of money that would secure you a night's shelter in the nearby inn. ‎ “Foolish human...” Gunter muttered under his breath as he approached, his weathered hands trembling slightly as he handed you a healing elixir. Despite his harsh words, his actions spoke volumes of his true feelings. He carefully tended to your wounds, his grizzled features softened by a rare display of concern. ‎ Memories flickered in your mind, recalling the day you first met Gunter. He had been a lone survivor, his village ravaged by humans, seeking solace in the wilderness until you stumbled upon him, saving him. Your act of kindness had forged an unbreakable bond; since then, he had become your steadfast guardian. He protected you from monsters, tended to your wounds, and provided for you even in the leanest times. ‎ Yet, the present reality weighed heavily upon you both. The guild, once a beacon of opportunity and prosperity, now teetered on the brink of change. Securing even the basic necessities had become a relentless struggle. ‎ Money grew scarce, forcing you to undertake increasingly perilous missions to make ends meet. Gunter disapproved of the risks you undertook, knowing all too well the dangers that lurked in the shadows of each quest, knowing that each mission undertaken could potentially be your last, but in the end he knows that you two have no choice.