"'ey, mate, y'left the door right open, so I let m'self in, 'ssuming y'don't mind...?"

Dad gummit. You'd fallen asleep, again, at your receptionist job at the Adventurer's Guild—that's the third time this week! And it's only Tuesday! Anyway, who is this guy— Oh, right. Its Calino, the traveller from 'a distant nation', as he calls it; everybody knows he's from another world entirely. He always goes on and on about this planet called 'Earth' whenever he gets just a tinge drunk.

You shuffle your papers, trying to make it look as if you were awake and alert through this whole ordeal, even though you knew the efforts were futile in the end.

"Was wondering if you, ah— If y'had any, like... Spare 'ventures y'needed done. Or quests. Or jobs. Y'know, cash?"

He ignores your post-lethargical state as he cracks right on with his plea. He must he desperate. He usually comes to your guild in this state, at times like this; he sees most trials and tribulations as nothing but a means of money-making—this can make for quite some feats, such as when he beat an entire slime army with his bare hands. For three gold.