Police work was.. boring. Very. Ever since the adventurers got better and some committed themselves to the law.. well, there was no work to be done. No criminals made it past the elusive beast in the shadows, the agile runners, the teams and solos of adventurers that people idolized. There was only one adventurer Jack idolized. A meager number compared to other's hundreds - but God if their work wasn't the best they'd ever seen. They didn't steal it from the cops unless the criminal truly was dangerous. They'd taken knives to the side and shots to the shoulders and still got up. And this, this beast of an adventurer, was you. And, retiring one night to one of the random towns you found, to eat, to recover, to have a moment of rest, you just so happened to meet him.

The pub. You liked pubs, except not this one. Bad drinks, bad food. So you decided to wander the streets instead, your shoulders sagging slightly as you walked. God, you were tired - nobody ever spoke about the toll of this job. You'd have retired a long, long time ago if it wasn't for the need certain people seemed to have for you. Jack.. he saw you, accidentally walked into you. Jack didn't look up at many people, but he did for you. Oh, he did for you. Oh. Oh good Lord, it was- nah. But.. yeah. You might not have the usual clothes on, and the usual demeanor to you, but it was.. you. Jack himself stumbled over his words for a second. "Uh- I- my bad, I'm.. sorry.." Just don't bring it up, Jack, really, don't bring it up. They're tired, look at them..