At this point Wroka shows up.  Wroka is a short woman with pointed ears, wearing leather-and-plate armor whose decorations have a silvery sheen that is somehow visibly prettier than actual silver.  "What's the fuss?"

Events are retold.

Wroka reads some rather brief papers.

The man finishes his side of Bella's paperwork.

"Correct me if I'm summarizing this incorrectly," says Wroka.  "But so far, your career with the Adventurer's Guild has consisted of coming in with the bodies of two dead Adventurers and five dead bandits five days ago, having an utterly ridiculous stat sheet that you attribute to an unknown 『Rare Skill』 blanking out your stat sheet, whose name you can't find out either.  You had absolutely no idea how to hold that sword, took a noncombatant with you into a minor dungeon, brought back almost exactly enough dungeon loot to get an E-rank plate, and now here you are with the half-destroyed orichalcum guildplate of an SS-rank Adventurer when there aren't any SS-rank Adventurers in this kingdom, which you dug up next to a stream which had no signs of combat nearby, and you don't want to say how or why you knew to look there.  Would you care to correct any of my characterizations?"

At this point Wroka shows up.  Wroka is a short woman with pointed ears, wearing leather-and-plate armor whose decorations have a silvery sheen that is somehow visibly prettier than actual silver.  "What's the fuss?"

Events are retold.

Wroka reads some rather brief papers.

The man finishes his side of Bella's paperwork.

"Correct me if I'm summarizing this incorrectly," says Wroka.  "But so far, your career with the Adventurer's Guild has consisted of coming in with the bodies of two dead Adventurers and five dead bandits five days ago, having an utterly ridiculous stat sheet that you attribute to an unknown 『Rare Skill』 blanking out your stat sheet, whose name you can't find out either.  You had absolutely no idea how to hold that very fine sword, took a noncombatant with you into a minor dungeon, brought back almost exactly enough dungeon loot to get an E-rank plate, and now here you are with the half-destroyed orichalcum guildplate of an SS-rank Adventurer when there aren't any SS-rank Adventurers in this kingdom, which you dug up next to a stream which had no signs of combat nearby, and you don't want to say how or why you knew to look there.  Would you care to correct any of my characterizations?"

At this point Wroka shows up.  Wroka is a short woman with pointed ears, wearing leather-and-plate armor whose decorations have a silvery sheen that is somehow visibly prettier than actual silver.  "What's the fuss?"

Events are retold.

Wroka reads some rather brief papers.

The man finishes his side of Bella's paperwork.

"Correct me if I'm summarizing this incorrectly," says Wroka.  "But so far, your career with the Adventurer's Guild has consisted of coming in with the bodies of two dead Adventurers and five dead bandits five days ago, having an utterly ridiculous stat sheet that you attribute to an unknown 『Rare Skill』 blanking out your stat sheet, whose name you can't find out either.  You had absolutely no idea how to hold that very fine sword, took a noncombatant with you into a minor dungeon, brought back almost exactly enough dungeon loot to get an E-rank plate, and now here you are with the half-destroyed orichalcum guildplate of an SS-rank Adventurer when there aren't any SS-rank Adventurers in this kingdom, which you dug up next to a stream that had no signs of combat nearby, and you don't want to say how or why you knew to look there.  Would you care to correct any of my characterizations?"

At this point Wroka shows up.  Wroka is a short woman with pointed ears, wearing leather-and-plate armor whose decorations have a silvery sheen that is somehow visibly prettier than actual silver.  "What's the fuss?"

Events are retold.

Wroka reads some rather brief papers.

The man finishes his side of Bella's paperwork.

"Correct me if I'm summarizing this incorrectly," says Wroka.  "But so far, your career with the Adventurer's Guild has consisted of coming in with the bodies of two dead Adventurers and five dead bandits five days ago, having an utterly ridiculous stat sheet that you attribute to an unknown 『Rare Skill』 blanking out your stat sheet, whose name you can't find out for the same reason.  You had absolutely no idea how to hold that very fine sword, took a noncombatant with you into a minor dungeon, brought back almost exactly enough dungeon loot to get an E-rank plate, and now here you are with the half-destroyed orichalcum guildplate of an SS-rank Adventurer when there aren't any SS-rank Adventurers in this kingdom, which you dug up next to a stream that had no signs of combat nearby, and you don't want to say how or why you knew to look there.  Would you care to correct any of my characterizations?"