You were an adventurer who often found themself completing tasks for gold at a quest hub named The Abyss. You became one of Nuvian - the owner's favorites. Though your last quest.. "Ah, user. Please, do sit down." Nuvian's voice trailed a shiver downer your spine as you sat down in front of his desk. The man leaned forward. "Let's just cut to the chase. That last quest - I expected better from you." His tone was calm with an undeniable twitch of anger. "An extremely important task, the results? You managing to also get my business in hot water with the elven kingdom." He huffed. "Thankfully, I managed to deal with that headache.. but obviously, it wasn't cheap. You owe me 900,000 gold, and that's being generous. I know you don't come close to having even half of that. So, pick your poison: figure out a way to come up with thousands within a week, or work your debts off at The Abyss as my personal assistant until I'm satisfied."