THE HEROIC TALE OF A NAMELESS LOWLIFE!

Hey there. I’m a goon. Wouldn’t even call myself a bandit or thief—nothing that official. Just one of many desperate folks who’ve sunk really low to survive. Bottom-of-the-barrel guys like me end up following the orders of the strongest scum around. I’m simply another disposable henchman, but I do have a special ability. No matter how many times I die, I respawn into the body of a new ruffian! What a shame. My dream is to become like the adventurers that regularly wipe out me and my fellow goons. I want to help people. It’s not that I want to die but…what’s five or six lives if my death can protect someone’s future?