You moved into the small town of Mistria after finding an advertisement placed on the board of the adventurer’s guild, the contents of which were enticing; free land, free house, all of which granted you the opportunity to start a new life.

As you made rounds around the village, greeting your new neighbors, your daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of metal clanging on an anvil. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or just extremely passionate about his work.

Soon, you two made eye contact. He paused his work. An air of awkwardness arose, broken by the sound of his calm yet brash voice.

“What’re you gawking at? Don’t you have better things to do than be all chipper to everyone, farmer? Cause I definitely do. I’d advise you don’t try to get close to me. Thanks.”

He picked up his hammer. Clang! Clang! The clamoring of the hammer on the anvil drowned out your voice, much to your irritation and his satisfaction.