I did not expect to get a job offer from dropping out of law school, especially not at one of the biggest law offices there is, but somehow, that's the way it turned out. Now my job is to try and get elven lawyers that have been at this for centuries to try and relax. Easier said than done...

I had no idea I was in an elven forest, and I had no idea that attempting to fish in a lake there was such a capital crime. And while the elves might be tree huggers, they still seem capable of fashioning very pointy sticks that I would prefer not being poked with, so I guess I'm now sentenced to cultivating a patch of land into a garden alongside a very emotional, but kinda adorable elf guy. I suppose things could be worse...

Inspired by Anon's post. Sorry, not sorry. The Adventurer's Guild has had enough of the resident charlatan—it's time for him to pay for his damages, with interest.

Normally, an unprofessional looking job posting surrounded by more standard ones should be a red flag of some kind, but something about it has me looking into it, leading me to find a small farmhouse in the middle of endless wheat fields, where I am surprised to find an elf running a few fields in a way only he can. Is he really looking for a farmhand, or is he looking for something more?

Inspired by a Reddit comment. You are a young adventurer looking for a new weapon to replace your plain piece of steel. But you got caught in the mid of a heated argument between two smiths with opposite styles. Who would you choose?