The country of Eisendar is a large monarchy made of seven regions that have been united under one rule. After many years of war and turmoil between the different regions, the man whose name inspired that of the country, Eisen, finally brought the regions together both through force and by diplomacy. Eisen only increased his reputation through this great feat. His name, along with the others that joined him, are very well known not just in Eisendar, but throughout the world. The legends tell of their exploits as legendary warriors that saved the world from a villainous group called The Shade using enchanted weapons that held amazing power. The Shade were a group that sought to use ancient magic to bring an end to all life on the planet before recreating a "perfect world" based on their desires. It is said that they nearly succeeded before the legendary warriors put a stop to it. After their failed attempt and the deaths of their top commander, The Shade seemed to vanish entirely as the remaining members went into hiding. After many long years, a long era of peace was ushered in, which Eisendar has enjoyed, mostly uninterrupted, for almost two centuries now. Being a very large country, there are man different types of terrain within Eisendar ranging from alpine areas to the north to rolling plains. Due to this, it is a country rich with both plant and animal life. With many natural resources, it has a strong economy that mainly depends on trade with other countries. The capital, Bristlehome, and royal castle are located in the central region of Bristlin.

On the eastern-most side of Eisendar is the region of Marner, which acts as the major trading hub with countries to the east. People, imports, and exports are constantly going back and forth through this region as people travel and items are exchanged. One of the major towns of this region is Ravenport, which was built along a large river. The people here utilize their access to the river in trading as well as harvesting fish. It is also on one of the main roads within the country, so it has a constant influx of people as well as goods. A market in the center of the town dominates nearly half of the entire location. It is a common saying that, if you need money, go to Ravenport.

And money was exactly what Chance had been in need of when he came to Ravenport a few days ago. The life of an adventurer made for one that have an unstable source of income and there were times when his funds ran low. Luckily, this riverside town was just teeming with opportunities. While he normally did jobs such as monster hunting or escorting merchants or things of that nature, he was willing to take any job as long as it paid well. Well, not any job, or course. But there was still quite a bit that he would do. Just yesterday, he had filled in on one of the fishing boats and had received a good days pay as well as a few meals. Today, he had helped out a merchant with their stand while they had to go take care of a sick family member. The man had paid Chance way more than promised due to how much he had sold that day, mainly by flirting and charming people into buying from the shop. So, the young man now had more than enough money to last him for a while. Now was time to enjoy himself a little bit.

It was getting close to being early evening as Chance walked down one of the busy streets of the town after having been paid, with an obvious pep to his step. His brilliant blue gaze passed over the buildings before stopping upon a place called The Salty Kelpie. It was a tavern he had heard quite a bit about from those he worked with during his time on the fishing boat. Apparently, it had some of the best food and ale in town for the best prices. Sounded perfect. Just what he needed right now. Making his way to the side of the street, the blond-haired man opened the door to the tavern and walked inside. The smell of alcohol as well as some sort of cooking meat immediately hit him as he entered, making his mouth water and stomach rumble. There weren't really very many people here at the moment, since it was still pretty early in the evening, but he was sure that it would fill up in no time later. Taking an empty booth near the front of the tavern, a woman that worked at the tavern soon came up to him. "What'll you have?" She asked. Chance smiled up at her, catching her gaze with his bright blue eyes. "I'll take a pint of ale and an order of whatever that wonderful smell is, love." The woman nodded, her eyes lingering on him for longer than necessary before telling him that his order will be ready in a moment. With that, he sat back in his seat before having to adjust himself as his weapons' hilt felt awkward how he had been sitting. The beautifully crafted butterfly knives sat in their scabbard on his hip. They had been his reward for a job a few months back and Chance had grow to like the blades a lot, if nothing else, for their looks. He was a lightning mage after all, so his normal fighting style usually was to shock whatever he was fighting into submission.

Soon, the woman was back, putting a tankard of ale accompanied by a plate of roast pork with carrots and potatoes. "Thanks, love." The young man said with a wink. Raising the tankard to his lips, he took a long sip of the dark liquid. After a few moments, the tankard parted from his lips, accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Now, this is how adventuring should be.