vox machina.
Right. You were too good for one world.
I was going more for he reads a lot and knows everything, but sure. That too.
Maybe you can get a job playing at the bar? You don't have to though really, I just do that here and there. It always feels permanent, looking for a job, and like it will just have us sent back home if we try that.
They like you to pay in little plastic cards or paper money, but they can usually be talked into gold. They just look a little snooty about it.