John's boots thumped as he walked down the cobbled streets, weaving past busy citizens going about their day, occasionally bumping against some, which he told off with a low growl.
He was heading towards the administration building of the city, a large marble structure that towered above tenements and could be basically seen in any part of the city.
He had to go collect his adventurer guild earnings. You see, adventurers were useful, performing tasks in certain areas that the rulers of the land couldn't always do, helping to keep the peace.
They were encouraged to do so by certifying their adventure parties at the government, and for their hard work they were paid a sum of money.
With his form that showed proof of his membership hidden under his breastplate, the dragon strolled down the street, keeping vigilance over the crowd for any trouble.
He had to be careful in Kamore. The city not only attracted business and merchants. It also attracted thieves.
If they didn't hold you at knifepoint in some dark alleyway, they stole your money out of your pockets in crowds like these.
Luckily John was streetwise. He knew to take little money from the party's funds, hiding it away in certain places on his body, like in his boots.
Though, he couldn't help but use is little amount of money on the many food vendors along the way.
Kamore was a city abundant in food, and with the harvest that just came in, meals were cheap.
John couldn't help but notice that he's been eating a lot more than usual ever since the got here.
He was certain it wasn't some curse, since their recent adventures were rather mundane, no strange magic or cursed objects to speak off.
No, he was merely just eating more than usual, being so close to a warm meal at hand. It felt good having a full belly for once.
He had stuffed it good and tight this morning after eating a massive breakfast.
It made John worry a bit as he felt his pants and armor had grown tighter. Should he try and lose weight?
After giving it some though, he shrugged it off. He had a long, hard month. He could spoil himself a bit, right?
He also didn't feel exactly out of place here either. Kamore was so abundant with food that some of the residence weren't the skinniest either.
Many were overweight, some straight up morbidly obese. In fact, as he made way for some patrolling city guards, he saw that some had developing beer bellies themselves that strained against their armor.
It helped to reassure John more that getting a bit plump wasn't so bad.
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