Yael was often regarded by his peers as a man of few words. He had a bulky body and a tan skin, complementing his toned muscles and scars. His eyebrows were thick and his expression was always profound. Back in the guild, the adventurers treated him with the utmost respect.
The townsfolk regarded him as a tough man who you couldn't mess with. He was what all everyone could consider the golden standard for an adventurer—he accomplished s-rank quests without fail, and would come back triumphant in battles of different kinds. People often wondered why he was still in Alaris, a small country in the East when he could go to bigger nations that would pay him for his strength.
"I'm going to conquer a dungeon."
