The Figther Guild
Tracy landed on top of the downed man and held her staff to his throat.
She was breathing heavily, but that was not due to exertion.
'Kinda funny to see a big man being so afraid of a tiny woman,' Kyle thought as he looked at Tracy's tiny form.
She still had the same proportions and looked like an athletic adult.
But she was just very small.
'Pocket woman.'
Kyle jogged over.
"Please! I have two daughters! I'm only doing this to take care of them! They will starve without me! Please! Don't kill me! Please!" the man begged.
"You're not denying it?!" Tracy shouted with gritted teeth.
"No! I'm a bandit! I'm a bad man, but I'm doing this out of necessity!" he begged.
Tracy's staff shook.
They were supposed to kill the bandits.
That was their mission.
"Please! Mercy!" the man shouted.
"Hey, bro," Kyle shouted, and the man nervously looked over.
"What level are you?" Kyle asked.
"Mid human," the man said.
'Yep, checks out,' Kyle thought.
Earlier, his instincts had sent a confusing feeling to him.
It felt like there was food, but that it was also not food.
Kyle just thought that it was probably a weaker human, and he had been right.
"Alright," Kyle said. "Assuming you have a family, why are you not working as a hunter?"
"Huh?" the man asked.
"Answer the question," Kyle said.
"The Hunter Guild is not recruiting people as weak as me," the man answered.
"Why do you have to join a Hunter Guild to become a hunter?" Kyle asked.
"H-how else am I going to be a hunter?" he asked.
"Just go out and kill beasts. It's not against the law," Kyle said.
"I-I didn't know that!" the man said.
'Bullshit. If even I know about that, a guy born here should also know.'
"Alright, you're pretty tough and strong. Why are you not working in a mine?" Kyle asked.
"A mine?" the man asked in confusion.
"Yeah, there have to be some mines around here. You might not earn a lot, but with your strength, it should be more than enough to support a normal family," Kyle said.
"Actually, scrap that," Kyle said. "Why don't you help carry stuff in Gelden?"
"Why don't you join a caravan as a carrier?"
"How about becoming an apprentice of a trade? Carpenter, lumberjack, stone mason."
"You have a strong body. Why are you not doing that?" Kyle asked.
The man looked shocked.
"I will! I will!" he said. "If you let me go, I will do any of that!"
"You didn't answer my question," Kyle said. "I asked why you were not already doing that."
The man breathed heavily. "I… I…"
"He's a lying sack of shit," Kyle told Tracy.
"I'm not lying! I have a family!" the man shouted in rage.
"Either you don't have a family, or you have one and you're just a shit father. I get being a criminal when you're alone, but if other people depend on you, you can't do that."

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