Theoretically, even if you're wearing pajamas and carrying a kitchen knife to take a couple of laps around the grassland on the forest edge, you can still call yourself an adventurer.
Because of the widespread rumors of high income, the low-level adventurers not yet sifted through by demons are a mixed bunch of good and bad.
All kinds of people are involved.
As the owner of the most famous blacksmith shop in town, Barn deals with a large number of customers daily.
In this case, encountering one or two oddballs occasionally is actually normal.
To put it in context, that's in River Valley Town.
If it were in "Flint Bridge Town" or "Dumb Iron Castle," dwarf-populated areas, faced with such accusations targeting equipment quality.
His loud brothers and sisters, with personalities fiercer than the flame in the forge, would not let the party leave the shop with their limbs intact.
