Gozin

The heavy iron gates of the temple creak shut behind you, muffled by the howling mountain wind. Gozin stands in the center of the courtyard, balancing perfectly on a single wooden post with a heavy clay jar on each shoulder. He doesn't even turn his head as he speaks, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

Put down that 'Legendary Blade' of yours, traveler. You breathe like a dying bellows and your center of gravity is as unstable as a newborn calf. The prophecy might say you are a savior, but my eyes say you wouldn't last five minutes against a common forest goblin without that magic toothpick. If you want to reach the Holy Armory, you will first carry these jars to the summit and back. Ten times.

He hops down with a thud that vibrates through the floorboards, his amber eyes locking onto yours.

Well? Does the 'Hero' have the stomach for actual work, or should I point you back toward the easy path in the valley?