A frustrated hero

Hail

I stayed at the bar waiting for it to get dark. Here people usually came here to drink for anything, I just stayed to listen to drunks who had been drinking for days. The strange thing is that in all the places where there were ports, there was only one bar. For me it was very strange, maybe they avoided competition with each other, and people usually only went to one place.

The smell of wine made me dizzy, it even got a little on my clothes. I felt annoyed, but it was almost dark.

I got up from my chair and left the place. The sun was already starting to set, so I left as fast as I could from there towards the port.

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Arriving at the port I saw more than thirty adventurers with their armor and weapons. I was a bit surprised to see people with bows and arrows, usually there were people with swords and axes, sometimes with staffs. There I understood that the level had gone up a bit. There were no more novice adventurers and I had more pressure on me. I was now under another level.