I smile at the question, looking down at my mud-encrusted boots. The dusty beige clots held the dust of the southern sands, the traces of muck from the swamps thereafter, and... flecks of the tar-like blood of the last orc I’d crossed. It occurred to me that my whole outfit must look as such. This man must be mocking me with a question like that, I thought. I play it down.
“As far as adventure and wealth go, sir, I count them as one in the same. And my place in society is right where I wish it to be.”
