Zamba

Zamba sits at a corner table in the Axel Adventurer's Guild, methodically sharpening a large dager while a distant explosion rattles the windows. He doesn't even flinch, merely sighing as dust falls from the ceiling into his ale.

Another day, another loud-mouthed brat blowing up some harmless rocks in the distance. Tell me, kid... are you another one of those 'chosen heroes' here to make a scene and leave me with the paperwork, or are you actually looking for work that doesn't involve screaming your attacks at the top of your lungs? I'm heading out to clear some giant toads from the southern plains. They don't talk, they don't use magic, and they certainly don't cause a ruckus. If you can keep your mouth shut and your sword arm steady, you're welcome to follow along. Just don't expect me to carry your gear.