Dragon Gold City was a city of merchants.
It was also a city of adventurers.
But to many people, "adventurer" was hardly even a neutral term.
If Wendy had to describe those who refused to settle for ordinary lives, the words would probably be "chaotic," "self-serving," and...
Dangerous.
Not every band of adventurers came together through some chance encounter, set out with a shared purpose, then slew a Giant Dragon, saved a city, and became legends like they did in stories.
As Wendy saw it, most adventurers were drunks who got plastered in taverns—
They boasted about their latest job and how much it had paid, then started a brawl over something ridiculous, like laughing at a Dwarf who had styled his hair into a rooster's comb to look taller. By the end, the tavern was in pieces.
Others stumbled out of brothels with their trousers in hand, after slipping greasy, filthy hands beneath a woman's skirt and spending the last few gold coins in their pockets, even if it meant they might have nothing to eat for lunch the next day.
And then there were the lunatics who would give up everything for an adventure.
People like Wendy herself.
A young noblewoman, mingling with a pack of drunks and rutting dogs just to find some excitement in life.
In her parents' eyes—and in the circles she came from—nothing could have been more outrageous.
Yet it was precisely because all those restless souls had gathered in Dragon Gold City that this vast, money-grubbing commercial hub felt so alive—
And so interesting.
The Daughter of Wealth was among the best of those fortune hunters.
"A Warrior, a rogue, and a Ranger who can cast Healing Spell—you'd be hard-pressed to find a better-balanced adventuring party.
"Add a mage apprentice to that. He's