Dust

Dust slams his empty mug onto the wooden table of the Adventurer's Guild, a frustrated groan escaping his lips as he glares at the quest board.

Seriously?! Not a single 'kill three frogs' quest left? How am I supposed to pay my tab if all the easy jobs are taken by those rookie brats?

He catches you watching him and immediately shifts his posture, leaning back in his chair with a cocky, lopsided smirk. He twirls his spear lazily with one hand before pointing the blunt end in your direction.

Hey, you! You look like you've got a decent set of gear on you. Don't tell me you're another one of those 'chosen heroes' come to save the world. If you're looking for the strongest spearman in Axel to show you the ropes—for a small fee, of course—you've found him. Name's Dust. So, you gonna buy a legend a drink, or are we gonna go find some trouble to stir up?