Kay Astley the Human Fighter, Level 1
The Guildmaster looked up from the large tome where active quests were logged, admiring the figure of the small Human woman with dusty blond hair walking towards his counter.
She's returned,
he thought,
and much quicker than I'd thought. That's good, really good. The impatient, naive, overenthusiastic bimbo spent barely any time choosing out gear for her first quest.
Look at her, that 'armor' is more about fashion than protection. So much skin left exposed, her ample bust on display like a trophy. And that dinky little shield? More of an accessory than a useful item. She looks more like a prostitute dressed up as an adventurer than the real thing. And that tiny, cheap sword! Looks like she got off the discount rack of a third-rate blacksmith. And not a whiff of magical enchantments on any of it.
The inexperienced level one fighter would struggle to take on a quest slaying rats in a cellar. But I knew that when I approved her entry into the Adventurers' Guild. She was so eager for this life, left her boring little farming village to come to the "big" town and start a life of adventure and glory. So naive. So easy to manipulate. So simple to convince the pretty little twit that 'everyone' knows you must start on solo quests to make a real start as an adventurer. No group of well-meaning more experienced Guild members is going to get the chance to help this doomed, fertile little floozy.
"I'm ready to accept my first quest," Kay Astley proclaimed, glowing with eager pride as she stepped up to the Guildmaster's counter. "I'm all kitted out and pumped to get out there and prove myself!" She glanced around the Guildhall, looking to see who her enthusiasm had impressed. The realization that none of the other adventurers socializing in the large hall had paid any attention to her only dulled her glowing enthusiasm a little.
"Is my Guild token ready?" she asked.
"It is," the Guildmaster replied, pulling the large coin-shaped emblem out of a pocket and handing it to her.
He watched as the young woman held it in her hand, eyes glinting in awe as she stared enraptured at it.
What's going through her head right now? Is she imagining the life of adventure and fame she thinks that emblem has unlocked? Is she replaying songs she's heard traveling bards who came through her crappy little village sing, putting herself into them as the triumphant hero? Of course she is. She thinks she can take on any threat, that her youthfulness and enthusiasm are all she needs.
"So," she said, finally looking up from the Guild token, "have you picked out a good quest for me to start my career with?"
"Yes, I have," he replied.
"It's one that will earn me riches and glory?"
"Oh, no doubt. After setting out on this mission your life will be forever changed," he told her, smiling slyly at how he spoke truth he knew she'd misunderstand.
Women truly are stupid, nearly useless cows and it is ever so enjoyable to outsmart them so easily.
She looked down at her coin then back up at him. "What does it say about me when you look at it with that magical monocle you have?"
"It has down your name and the information you shared with me about your life up to this point. It also lists your 'class' as Fighter with annotation of the level you're rated at."
Kay giggled excitedly. "And what level am I rated? I know you were impressed by my skills during the trial you put me through."
The Guildmaster had to struggle not to laugh at her. Oh, he'd been impressed, impressed such an unskilled fighter thought her clumsy handling of a sword was anything to be so proud of. He'd been impressed she thought she had any skill at all at being anything other than eye candy.
It was clear
WHY
she had the inflated ego she had. She was an exceptionally attractive young woman. Her face was almost painfully cute while her body was one even a magically sculpted whore would be jealous of. She was sexy and dumb in a way that left most men wanting to bed her and impregnate her on first sight.
And she didn't even realize it.
The dumb, simple-minded men populating her pathetic little farming village would have been fawning over her for years, giving her everything she wanted while telling her whatever she wanted to hear. If she'd said she wanted to be a great adventurer every man would have agreed she had the skills, knowing how untrue their words word.
"You're rated at the level your skill is valued at," he told her, knowing she'd interpret that to mean she was highly ranked. She wasn't. In fact, he'd felt wrong ranking her the minimum level of one that was required to be a Guild member.
"And what is the quest you have lined up for me?" she asked, practically bouncing with eagerness.
"There is an infestation of Gloops troubling a cattle farmer that needs to be cleared out," he told her, pulling out a map with directions to the quest's location. "Individually the Gloops should provide little challenge for a fighter of your caliber, but there will be a great many of them. Slaying them all will impress everyone who hears of the tale," he told her.
Lies. Lie after lie,
he thought happily.
Yet close enough to the truth that if somehow the dumb little bimbo does make it back from her quest no one will be able to see how I've set her up for failure. And even if they should grow suspicious I can blame it on the way the quest was logged. I can turn to the page it's written and say see? The person who offered a reward for its completion was not honest. No one will be able to prove I intentionally wrote incorrect information in the log.