I went to Turael to begin my road to glory. I was a new adventurer. Gleaming head to toe in bronze. I was ready for any challenge. Dragons. Demons. Bring them all on.
Turael looked at me. He handed me a piece of paper and said "We don't want anyone overhearing this,"
With anticipation, I read my assignment. 25 cows.
"Excuse me Turael, is this some sort of ... joke?"
He looked at me again. "No. You're a new adventurer. What were you expecting?"
I told him my dreams of becoming a hero, a legend. To slay powerful beasts and to protect the weak.
"That will take time. You're not even out of bronze yet."
I slumped my shoulders and started to blubber about being a hero.
He took pity on me. "I guess I can change your assignment to something a little more in lines to what you are wanting." He handed me another piece of paper.
I opened it up. 25 trolls. "Really?"
He looked at me coldly.
I guess it is slightly better. Trolls are a threat to the town?
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