Tyr groaned as he stashed away the crest into his storage chest. "All that work and just a damn crest" He cursed under his breath. On top of everything else his armor was ruined, again, and he needed a new weapon, again. With a huff, he made his way over to the closet and fitted himself in another set of leather armor then accepted the newest quest. Using the money he had he bought another machete and ventured out to take down the target. "This fucker better be easier..."