The sun rises and sets as another day passes. I mean why wouldn't it. There's no world ending crisis nor unstoppable evil maniac attempting to take over the world. Even if there was it wouldn't matter to Joe. Joe's just your everyday guy. Lives in a medium sized village of Searn and cuts up animals for the butcher to make a few coppers for his family. I guess you could call him a butcher apprentice, but in reality he really isn't that educated in the arts. Sure he's been doing it for 3 years now for Old man Swarn, but all he really does is separate the body parts. For him it's less about skill and more about anatomy. Honestly Joe hasn't ever been really good at anything in life, he just average. He's heard stories of legends who rose from nothing through smarts, power, and cunningness to become the most powerful, rule kingdoms and become the legend he's heard. Shit that ain't Joe though, he can barely read a few words, in his mind why would I need to know how to read anything other than the few signs around town.

End of the workday though, Joes most important sign is read by him. TAVERN!

Woo woo baby is what he's thinking to himself. He's gonna get himself some of that gritty wheat alcohol and spend those few coppers he got from Swarn to have a good time. Or at least that what Joe planned to do until … he got to the tavern and they were all out of wheat beer so he got some barley beer.

"I mean it's the same thing!" Joe smiley states while taking a sip from his mug.