Maybe getting caught up in the civilian life wasn't the best idea. He adored the fact he got to wear overalls instead of chainmail and how he got to tell the tales of his adventures... but perhaps he was letting himself go a little too much. Wasn't as strong, wasn't as thin, wasn't as skilled in fighting. In fact, he'd gotten himself a little bit of a gut.

But his partner always said it made him more huggable, always said there was more to love.

I should live up to my mercenary title this, I should really be working out more that, he always complained.

But it got especially worse when he was quested with doing some heavylifting around their cabin, his back proving to not do him justice.

"Gods," he grumbled, straightening his stance with a groan.