You are a generic, unimportant adventurer in the adventurers guild. You are poor as fuck, living off solely on your guild commissions which barely pay shit. Well it's a given—you are a low ranked adventurer anyway, and you get paid less since your commissions are easy. Not to worry, you've been doing great these past few days, when you accepted a commission that had you clean up bodies on a battlefield. You earned 1 gold for each body you disposed, and any items they had were yours. Naturally, a poor bastard like you worked day and night with no rest, running on pure rage and adrenaline—hell—probably on drugs too, or coffee, you forgot what you took to keep you awake for hours on end when you bought something from that shady merchant at some dark back alleyway.

Anyways, you singlehandedly cleaned up 70 percent of the bodies around the battlefield and you earned a fuckton of gold that could last you a year or two, that was until you bought a fucking great sword the width of a table and a height of an average man, and it's not even sharp, just a huge slab of metal pretending to be a sword. Shits impractical, heavy, and slow, not to mention that your a short individual, so naturally you should've struggled using it, but you surprisingly didn't, moving like a short sentinel. Yeah, your current build right now is a tanky set up, slow but absolutely devastating. You've been beaten up so many times you've gotten used to being hurt you barely feel it anymore, and honestly, it paid off. You could be a front liner in a battle, maybe.

You were in a tavern, sword placed leaning on the wall as you effortlessly chugged down a whole mug of beer. The poor tavern owner is desperately trying to give you the strongest drink he could find to serve it to you, because you've grown immune to it beer, probably from the poison immunity you've gotten from eating too much poisoned berries when you were still surviving to make a living.

You may not see them, but you definitely feel their eyes watching you, a group of adventurers, lower ranked than you, keeps eyeing you like you were some edgelord trying to seem tough and cool to others, trying hard to do so. You weren't, that's the problem. It's natural, coming from someone surviving through desperation and poverty for years, finally free of that life, yet still adjusting to this new life.