"But are you really gonna be okay? You're younger than me and even smaller…"
That smaller part is unnecessary!
"Don't worry! I may look like this, but I'm strong!"
He flexed his arm in a show of strength.
Quina sighed heavily at the sight of Rafayel's thin arm. "Where the hell does that confidence come from…?"
The next day, Quina had to stay behind to help prepare the food stall, so Rafayel set out for the Adventurer's Guild alone.
Ahhh—I'm so nervous! I bet it's full of big, buff men drinking alcohol in the middle of the day while swapping stories about what kind of monsters they've fought.
Then I'll walk in out of nowhere, and they'll all glare at me like, 'Who's this kid?' while secretly watching me register at the counter.
That's totally how this goes!
With his heart pounding in excitement, he wandered the streets until he finally found a building that looked just right.
Rafayel marched in with energy and began looking for the reception desk.
