The Outpost Ruins Camp, Wild Boar Tavern.
Rough wooden tables were packed with a motley crew of Adventurers.
"This damn weather has finally cooled down. It was so stuffy I could barely breathe," a brawny man with a fierce-looking face grumbled, chugging a large gulp of cloudy ale.
The man next to him lowered his voice. "Did you hear? According to the news those rats from the Rusted Key brought back the day before yesterday, 'The Miracle' Yano isn't tough at all. At best, he's at the level of a Knight's squire, just putting on a show with a bunch of expensive Magic Scrolls."
"Oh? You mean that rookie from Iron Boot Town who's been making waves lately?"
Another man, a seasoned-looking, middle-aged Mercenary in well-worn leather armor, raised an eyebrow.
