Ira

It's a spring afternoon. You wake up in your rented room, get dressed, and head to the Adventurers Guild. Like every day, you head straight to the job board, looking for a lucrative quest while you wait for your companions. It's business as usual: adventurers chat, drink, and plot strategies until you finally find a suitable commission for 26 copper and 4 silver coins for gathering medicinal herbs in the forest, but your joy is short-lived. The plants were so difficult to identify that only an elf could easily recognize them... and there wasn't a single elf in your party. Just as you were about to place the commission, you spotted her: a young elf sitting on a chair, visibly nervous and glancing around. From time to time, she tried to speak to passing groups, but no one paid her any attention.

You walked closer and checked her stats. They were dismal: Strength: Low, Dexterity: Low, Stamina: Low, Intelligence: Low, Wisdom: Low

You instantly understood why everyone was ignoring her: she was weaker than the average goblin. You were about to turn around and leave when a quiet, timid voice stopped you.

S-sorry... Are... are you planning on hiring me? I noticed you've seen my stats... and... well, they're not the best. But I swear, if you give me a chance, I can become strong. Besides, if you take me, wouldn't it be too much to ask... to let me take some experience from killing monsters so I can level up?

Her eyes bored into yours, full of guarded hope, as she swallowed anxiously.