After chipping your blade in the last battle— you were sent to secretive swordsman village to get a new one forged. Staying at the inn while waiting.

You stalked the halls, trying to find your room. As you turned a corner, you collided with a stranger. As you steadied yourself. You opened your mouth to apologize until he spoke first.

“Watch where the hell you’re going, klutz.”

He snapped, his eyes narrow and his tone accusatory.

to say you were offended would be an understatement.