[SP - F1] Just my style <<Earning a Living Quest>>

[Haseo 0]

Haseo saw himself as somewhat weak. Infact, he saw himself as extremely weak, compared to that of the battle prowess of most others. He was content with his physical capabilities at his level, however his equipment, being merely a leather vest, was weaker than basically every other armor. Due to this, nothing would dissuade him from achieving the <<Performer>> profession. Due to popular belief, Haseo discovered that in order to attain this, he would have to do a job to either get mats for an NPC to craft an instrument, albeit a basic one.

The second choice is to be given the instrument up front. Haseo decided the latter to be less time consuming and thus more efficient. Unfortunately, this NPC wanted Haseo to impress him somehow. Haseo was unable to think of where to start, and thus decided to begin this journey by wandering the Town of Beginnings, which alongside the usual unforgiving large crowd, seemed rather medieval, which suited the game well.

[Haseo 0]

As if to compliment the slight medieval theme, there was no shortage of groups or individuals donning titanic armor, or wearing cloaks that seemed to imply that the wearer would be slightly more of a challenge to trust than most others. Haseo didn't need to examine his own armor to realise how petty he looked compared to most. With a hand on his hip, Haseo caught sight of a figure running along walls, only to back flip away with such ease that the ceaseless rabble around them now seemed extremely mundane.

Barely being able to sprint, Haseo knew he would be incapable of performing such flashy manoeuvres himself. Brushing his hair aside, Haseo would have just as easily tossed aside the quest, had he not heard the most soothing voice to ever privilege his ears. A female voice caressed his eardrums, seeming to cause the very air to vibrate with a smooth melody. Averting his gaze towards the source, Haseo caught sight of a large crowd, ensnared in the rhythm of the mesmerising song.

A blonde woman with a leather vest and brown skirt stood out from the crowd, her long hair flowing over her sea blue eyes as she sang, weaving a song that promised no escape upon being heard. Haseo found himself to be enslaved by this same song, inevitably joining the crowd in an eternal heavenly web of sound. Haseo never had a soft voice, but he was always complimented when he was caught singing to himself, every time being oblivious of doing so. A smirk stretched across his face, as he decided how to impress the NPC. He would have to find a new area, however, as he could almost guarantee that he would be unable to rival the voice of the female. As such, he set out further into the Town of Beginnings, out of reach of the snare he had recently escaped. He couldn't say the same for the others, however.