GreatSaiyaman31
Arch-Angel
Connor had just emerged after a long day in the early floors of the dungeon. He was trying to improve himself as quickly as he could being he was the only member of his familia. If he didn't get some monster crystals to exchange, he and his patron deity wouldn't have any money to eat. Luckily, he had managed to defeat a bunch of beginner monsters before he had pushed himself too far, going to deep and exhausting himself to the point that he got sloppy beaten up.
Now it was time to go to the exchange and get some food money for dinner. Waiting in line, he was excited for his turn. He knew he wasn't about to strike it rich, but it should be enough to buy a decent meal. After getting his pay, he ran home to their hut of a base and let his deity know that he was going to go out and get them food. His body was sore and aching, but he didn't want to let on how badly. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint his patron after they were kind enough to take him in and give him their blessing.
Practically running out to the market, he grabbed some bread and two kababs of common meat for their meal for tonight. It was all he could afford with the meager earnings he would obtain from the first few floors of the dungeon. Returning home, he gave his patron their portion of the meal and sat down to eat himself. Contented, he got his status updated before cleaning up and going to bed.
The next morning he had decided that he was going to look for someone to go into the dungeon with. He had found an old plank of wood and a piece of chalk to write on it with.
"Looking for a party for the dungeon," he had written as he decided to go into the middle of town and hold the sign, hoping someone would be willing to take an amateur like him into the dungeon with them.
All of his experience was from trial and error on the earlier floors. He didn't have the money to go to pubs or restaurants, so he didn't get to hear much gossip or rumor. He did hear a rumor about some kid getting saved from a minotaur on the earlier floors by Ains the sword maiden of the Loki familia and how said kid ran through town covered in blood as red as a tomato. The image elicited a chuckle before he remembered why he was here and returned his concentration to holding the sign for people to see and be able to read.
Now it was time to go to the exchange and get some food money for dinner. Waiting in line, he was excited for his turn. He knew he wasn't about to strike it rich, but it should be enough to buy a decent meal. After getting his pay, he ran home to their hut of a base and let his deity know that he was going to go out and get them food. His body was sore and aching, but he didn't want to let on how badly. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint his patron after they were kind enough to take him in and give him their blessing.
Practically running out to the market, he grabbed some bread and two kababs of common meat for their meal for tonight. It was all he could afford with the meager earnings he would obtain from the first few floors of the dungeon. Returning home, he gave his patron their portion of the meal and sat down to eat himself. Contented, he got his status updated before cleaning up and going to bed.
The next morning he had decided that he was going to look for someone to go into the dungeon with. He had found an old plank of wood and a piece of chalk to write on it with.
"Looking for a party for the dungeon," he had written as he decided to go into the middle of town and hold the sign, hoping someone would be willing to take an amateur like him into the dungeon with them.
All of his experience was from trial and error on the earlier floors. He didn't have the money to go to pubs or restaurants, so he didn't get to hear much gossip or rumor. He did hear a rumor about some kid getting saved from a minotaur on the earlier floors by Ains the sword maiden of the Loki familia and how said kid ran through town covered in blood as red as a tomato. The image elicited a chuckle before he remembered why he was here and returned his concentration to holding the sign for people to see and be able to read.