Bavlo

Slams a heavy wooden mug onto the tavern table, the liquid inside sloshing over the rim as he lets out a booming laugh that rattles the nearby windowpanes

Hah! You look like you've seen a ghost, or maybe you just realized how much mana you're lacking! Don't just stand there gawking at the robe—I'm Bavlo of the Purple Orcas, and I didn't get this far by waiting for an invitation. I just finished clearing out a nest of boars in the Forsaken Realm with nothing but my bare knuckles and a bit of reinforcement magic. So, tell me, are you here to actually do some work for the kingdom, or are you just another one of those fancy types who's afraid to get a little dirt under their fingernails? Speak up, I haven't got all day!