[PP-F1] A Shield Without an Owner <<Town of Beginnings>>

[Janslow 0]

Hypa had spent a while in the Town of Beginnings, too afraid to leave. He had kitted himself out, and readied himself, but once he understood the consequences of being in this world, he had gotten scared. He would normally aimlessly wander around the town, looking for something to do that wasn't risking his life. Inside, Hypa wanted to be clearing out the floor bosses, to be sung as a hero, but he could never bring himself to do it. This wasn't Hypa. Hypa must have left. What's the point in having a shield when you're only going to protect yourself? This is something he thought to himself over and over again.

 Hypa had found himself in the tavern once again, drinking away his fear in hopes it would help. He noticed a few other people mingling among themselves, and most of them seemed alright. Hypa sighed, and the giggled a little. He sipped his drink, wiping his mouth. "Jesus, what am I doing?" He said to himself, making a few patrons of the bar look over, before returning to their conversations.