He's cooking bacon and eggs foe breakfast, anyone want some?

Oooh, a loot chest! 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 .

【 Character Information 】

The large man sits before a small firepit roasting some meat. He'd camp here for the night, and set off towards town in the morning .

Casually picking his teeth with a sword ––

Where's his coin bag?! He can't find it, it was just in his pocket. Looking around sporadically, was he pickpocketed?!

Looking over the request board.. " Ugh– " None of the quests look very interesting though, just a bunch of crappy fetch quests.

Inhaling deeply through his nose . Something smells delicious !

" It's always good to take breaks! It freshens up both the body and mind, and revitalizes the party's spirits! "

" 'Course I am. Been my preferred line of work for twenty years now! The name's Mason, good to meet'cha! "

Watching the TL, an ice cold drink in hand.

He's in a bit of a tight spot. Hanging upside down, a rope tied around his ankle. Seems someone wasn't paying attention to where he was walking.

Climbing out of bed with a groan, his body aches from a rough night at the bar. .

" WHOO! I've woken from my coma, death will hafta wait another day! " he's been out for a while-

He's flirting with the waitress that was serving him cheap booze, and doing it very loudly. Someone's obviously utterly drunk already-