(DRAFT / UNEDITED)
In the morning, a female dungeon explorer with a large sword entered. Her body was muscular, with some scars left. This restaurant was her favorite because of its cheap price.
"Lately I've been too lazy to explore further into the dungeon. The minerals have started to run out, and you have to dive to deeper floors if you want to profit. Unfortunately, I don't have any priests to invite, and I can't find any party that needs a silver vanguard like me. Maybe I should look elsewhere? I will try to go to Boldenville's dungeon next time."
Ever since she first ate the soup made by the master at that tavern, eating that soup became her routine every morning before she went to the dungeon.
