Kronar walks up to the bar and orders a pint of ale."Welcome Bonifacius," he says while receiving his pint. "I wouldn't know about killing for a loaf of bread. But with an honest days work, ye shall be paid," Kronar added with a smile.
Bonifacius decided that sitting at the table without even a beautiful maiden by his side for company would make it hard to meet other patrons. Thus, he picked up what was left of his hearty meal and headed towards the bar. "Ye forgot the ale," One of the tavern wenches said with a laugh, bringing it over and setting it before him. Bonifacius handed her a gold piece and said, "So I have. Please bring a round of it, posthaste! I think we could all use another pint or two." Turning to Kronar with a smile, he replied, "Ah, I know about an honest day's work. These townspeople sure know how to work me for all I am worth, and then some. At least it is enough to buy a round of ale every now and then. Without it, I think I would be driven mad. So, if I may ask, what is yer trade? Kronar, is it? I had the notion to be an herbalist, but farming or trapping might have been a better use of meh time. If ye be hungry, damiana leaves are useless!"
"One of those… " she points to the special brew in the tavern, I need something good to sooth me before I continue on my journey. She looks around the tavern trying to pick familiar faces from all the drunks around.
"Yes, and they are more involved in getting jobs than exploring or patrolling… that's where the real gold is but we cannot tell them that or they might be killed in the process."
"I work as a Town guard, but it can be long and hard. The pay is reasonable," Kronar answered Bonifacius. "But let us drink together, for a brighter, wealthier future eh?"
The town guard? That's a thankless job but I guess someone has to do it even if you grow older in the process of protecting other from what's out there.