My crime? Petting the wrong ginger cat. What should’ve been a pleasant evening indoors with cheesy chips with gravy ended with an unhealthy dose of transmigration when I pet the wrong ginger cat. To make matters worse, the divine entity that should have protected me in this new world instead slapped me with the crippling Pacifist trait and condemned me to a life of incarceration in Game World. It’s not over though. There is no way in hell I’m going to take this lying down. I may not be able to fight for survival, but wit and charisma can go a long way.

Eldar's Port—Rock n’ Roll and bullshit stories can get a bard just about anywhere. Twice-baked spuds help too. Unfortunately, my culinary expertise and musical genius won't get me far this time. The markets are suffering in the stranglehold of the corrupt Merchants Guild, businesses are besieged by nocturnal criminals, and the children? Well... They're disappearing off the streets! What can I do? Fighting might be out of a halfling's diminutive reach, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Besides, what's more surprising than a mischievous halfling?