Meet Bob McLevels. Level 18 Knight/Archer/Footman. He wears his Knight hat at the moment because, as he puts it, it keeps the dull spoons away since they hurt more.
He’s a crusty Hearthling that has seen many battles. He’s scaled many mountains, played music that would calm a savage Ogre and seen Ogo put down. He currently spends his time out in the wilds mumbling about scout hats and “why they don’t durn drop like nasty Goblinses” … to be fair, he has taken good amount of hits to his head.
It’s a nice day on the 16th of Rainmun. Bob knows all 24 other Hearthling’s in his small, but sturdy, village. He fears no Kobold nor slings and arrows as they go for his outrageous fortune. He is what every little Foot-ling looks up to when taking down those pesky cemetery’s and stubborn Necromancers.
Bob dreams of a day he can retire his Knighthood and take on the mantle of an Herbalist. Perhaps someday, Cid will grant this wish and Bob could be a Master Cleric of the 26th or 30th level depending on the path taken.
Some day Bob… some day. For now though, your HP is too precious to me you little tank you.