"hero? HERO? you think i want to be a bloody hero? heroes are just as bad as the bandits that burned down my home and killed my brother!" Lance snapped at the idea of being called a hero, after learning about the world he and the group he lived with for the past 6 years started to despise heroes "only kids believe in heroes... every one of us stopped believing in heroes and now some stranger tells me to stop trying to be a hero, pathetic way to make me look like a foolish child as you claim" Lance picked up his sword and the photo "you hunt monsters do you!? why don't you look at yourself before you start claiming things!"

He and the kids stopped listening to the stranger that intruded their home as they all said in sync "I won't follow you unless you understand the pain we all went through" Lance was surprised to hear the others think the same way "come on Lance you are from the Lance family line you can't let some stranger take us away..." Lance reacted surprised "N-Nick that's supposed to be a secret! in case my family is famous or something!" Lance looked at the stranger "listen i know what your asked to do and everything but can you let the baker know that he is in for a surprise for when he finds out who the thief is... i used to be his neighbor and when i lost my home i started to buy his bread the first few week but i told him if i vanish the bandits would have found me and killed me"  He grabbed his old noble's coat unique to only him as it had his name on it.

it reminded him of who he was in the past "i told him such lies when i really just started to steal his food" He looked at his small pouch of jewels "i wish there was a place i could take jobs rather than just asking people if i could do something, and later today i have to dance with someone for 5000 jewels... i don't think i'll get paid that much but hey if i can make a girl happy sure, i think i talked enough lets go... you guys stay behind in case someone comes... you remember the tactics i taught you... you don't want to end up like Kazaku last week..." he grabbed a old photo on display "damn these street rats killing my kin because i defeated them" again letting him get distracted by the little details letting the stranger wait even longer "r-right to be baker right? sorry for the wait" he walked towards the stranger wearing his old (undamaged) coat