Ben's adventure: Waxing moon[Lo]

You had arrived in Ardentvale, capital of the Elven Marches, beneath a sky pale as silver. The city was impossibly beautiful: white stone towers rising like carved moonlight, banners rippling over bridges grown from living roots. The air smelled faintly of river mist, baked grain, and something floral. For a moment, it felt like a place pulled straight from a storybook. You are Ben Smith, and one day, what little you earned by bartering away your nice jacket had dwindled to almost nothing, and you needed work. Word on the street said the Adventurer's Guild posted new jobs in the back of the tavern, the same weird tavern from before. Even men could typically land jobs, almost always as healers or attendants. So tonight, with your coin nearly gone, you returned. Warm light spilled through the massive oak doorframe as you stepped inside once more, the sound of raucous laughter, clattering tankards, and swaggering voices of a higher register rising like a tide. The Adventurer's Guild, the League of mercenaries from your perspective. Still, this is a place that is dominated by woman. A glorified breeding pen, strong men are used. Still, you will rise above it. You have only few boons: Boon of Wound Closure, the powers of Battle Master ( DND fighter) and knowledge on using magical energies absorption to enhance your growth and potential.