Adventurer's Survival Guide

Elements: [pseudo dnd] [monk* modified] [one-handed long sword] [pet beast] Link, a 25-year-old ordinary office worker, traveled to the alien continent 'Mistril' due to an accident. This is a world of swords and magic. Whenever the night gets darker, the bard who spreads anecdotes in the tavern will play the lute accompaniment, letting the melodious notes flow across the wooden floor, climb up the dining table, and flow into the ears of the audience. The low-level adventurer who has just chopped off the heads of two goblins eagerly breaks into the bar waving a few copper coins stained with blood and sweat to celebrate another day of freedom from the dirty minions of monsters. After escaping from death, at a round table not far away, the dwarf, who was as passionate and noisy as steel in a furnace, was having a drink with the red-faced orc who refused to admit defeat. The loser still paid the bill. The elegant elf looked at the farce between the dwarf and the orc with disgust. He sat with his legs crossed on the second floor and tasted expensive red wine. The halfling who had just become an adventurer chewed white bread and watched this scene curiously. Ding - the crisp doorbell rang, and someone came again. The cat lady boss, who was concentrating on wiping the wine glass in his hand, gently moved his ears and put down the already cleaned wine glass. As the shiny wooden door was slowly pushed open, a youthful "Welcome" was leisurely spat out from his beautiful lips. The strange traveler met the cat lady's bright and clear eyes and stepped onto the wooden floor that was mottled by time. What will he/she bring? Is it evil, ordinary, epic, or just an unknown lost story...