Unlike the planned initially, Raven decided to visit the closest dungeon upon leaving the blacksmith; he needed to eliminate the extreme lust for the alluring goblin that almost caused him to become a sex offender and the desire to test his new axe.
'It's so heavy and sharp...' Raven thought, carrying it on his back because he didn't want it to leave his body. He felt like a kid with a fantastic new toy and rushed towards a random dungeon.
"What is this place called?" He asked the female guard standing outside, her lips sucking on a premium XL dragon stick that was effective for sleep deprivation and fatigue.
The brown-haired woman saw the giant orc and wryly smiled at the irony of him choosing the [Belvaast Fields] as an orc.
"Good hunting! Please let me see your identification; this dungeon is called Belvaast Fields with a danger rating of E; you need to be F rank at minimum to enter. I appreciate your cooperation!"