Your coiled muscles and physical hardiness

Life on the road is rough, and you've had to quickly beef up your fighting skills. You can really take a punch, now, in a way that you couldn't when you left home! And you can give nearly as good as you get, as well...this lifestyle has hardened you and made you a lot tougher than many of your underworld kin, almost more of a thug than a thief. You've even been hired once or twice to do a bit of bodyguarding and enforcing.

Unfortunately, there's not much call for such work in a town as small as Torwin. You came here simply because it was the next stop along your road, and promptly got stuck because there's no one here worth the trouble of robbing, and no one rich enough to scam for the money you'd need to move on. Distraught though the thought makes you, you're actually considering getting a real job for the first time in years to pay for your passage out of this hole...

Gorto interrupts your morose pondering by thunking two mugs of foaming ale down on the bar in front of you. "Here yeh go, Gavilard. Enjoy 'em." You nod him your thanks and slide a couple of coins across the bar in payment.