A merchant

Honestly, Gregg felt like his life would never amount to anything. He worked as a shopkeep in a not-so-busy hub for adventurers.

Gregg was a 23 year old man, with a mess of long curly brown hair on his head. He always kept it pulled back in a ponytail when he was at work. Whether he was manning the shop counter or loading in the new stock.

He saw fearsome knights and mercenaries going about their travels, and returning with large piles of loot to be sold. He never knew what these adventurers faced, and he was happy to not think about it.

His shop was decently stocked with basic supplies for adventuring. Rope, torches, bags, tents, even a few simple weapons. It was a good beginner shop. And he kept some gold on hand to offer to any returning adventurers for some of their loot.