I'm leaning on the wall, in a similar way to a cowboy. One hand is on the hilt of my blade. I'm watching for possible danger.
Backstory, written on the spot:
As a child, Vegetari was sent to a monastery to study magiks. His hot temper and lack of emotional control led him to be kicked out of the place. He ran away from home with nothing but his robes and a stick. One day, he came upon a brigand attempting to rob a man on the road. Impulsively, he struck the theif with his walking stick and drove him away.
That was the day he decided to defend the defenseless, champion the weak, and assist the helpless. He considers it his life's work and takes the commitment very seriously.
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