Prologue

It's been like, what, two years since I left home to find something greater than just being a simple waiter my whole life. But perhaps I should start by introducing myself: my name is Logan Feniss and I'm a master swordsman. At least that's what I'd like to say, but considering my experience in the field, I can hardly call myself a swordsman... more like the new guy who likes to wave a sword left and right, not really knowing where it'll land. I am mildly proficient though, but I couldn't consider myself a master swordsman, not by any means. I do have an unusual luck, though.

I'm from Laternia, a small city up in the northwestern edge of the peninsula, part of the kingdom of Dils. What northwestern border, what peninsula you might be wondering? Well, the northwestern border as in THE northwestern border. It IS a peninsula after all. As to what is the peninsula per se, I dare answer that I have to freaking idea. It's supposed to have appeared a thousand years ago after some who-knows-what war that happened between what's-his-name and what's-her-face. Yeah, you can see I don't manage myself perfectly in history, but that's partly because all those history deals don't bother me the very least.

So I've been working as a mercenary (sort of speak) for two years ever since I left Laternia, but work's been scarce lately. For some reason, no one wants to hire mercenaries anymore to do their dirty work and whatnot. I'd like for some of them to take our living expenses into account! It's HARD to make a living -even have a decent meal!- when work is so scarce... but that's where my incredible -not- swordsmanship comes in handy! -by sheer luck more than likely-.

So whenever I'm not hired -which is, might I say, an awful lot lately-, I tend to look up information on whomever might have need for an escort or whatever, and I try to scoop up the gig. Sadly, that hardly ever happens. Either someone just beat me to it or I just can't seem to fit in the role. Perhaps being short, dark haired and looking like a twelve year old (even if I'm already twenty-three god damn it!) doesn't really give me that much of a threatening mercenary look, but I could swear that every single job I've had, I've been magnificently efficient at it! Even if I mostly relied on my uncanny luck…

So that's me, Logan Feniss, a down on his luck mercenary-slash-swordsman-wannabe from Laternia who people tend to think I am way too young for the job and might or might not have the adequate abilities for it. If there was anything I could do about it, this might as well be as good as any time to do it.