The fish flowed easy today for Lethario. Far too easy. But he was one never to complain about his day being less difficult. His basket being full, a rarity, he left his perch on a rock overlooking the chilly ocean and started to make his way into town. He stopped off at his hut and dropped off the fishing spear and rods, quickly rolled a cigarillo, lit it in the still smoldering embers of his pit, and started his trek into town. With a catch like todays, he could easily afford a bottle of liquor. Hell he could even throw in some beef and potatoes, enough for at least a week. Maybe new shoes instead? He inhaled the smoke like a man who'd just found a bag of silver. So many possibilities!

He stopped right before the market, one arm resting on the basket that was slung over his shoulder and under his arm. The other hand held the cigarillo, and despite it almost being burnt out, he just kept on pulling drags from it, staring at the sign on the side of a very upset middle-aged woman's house. He read, re-read, then had someone else read it for him. Lethario wasn't exactly the most literate. Too busy working to learn how to read, but his Mother had taught him a lot. Only two words really stood out on the sign:

Exploration and Rewards

Lethario turned to the man who had read the sign for him.
"This Explorer thing. Where do I go for it?"
The man looked at Lethario with a bit of wonderment.
"Doesn't that burn your fingers?" He asked, pointing to the hand holding the cigarillo.
As if on command bursts of pain flooded through him and he tossed the but of the cigarillo away, unaware of it landing in an old man's tiny herb garden, which immediately caught flame, much to the dismay of the old man.

Lethario shook his burnt hand and asked the man again, who was busy watching the old man's herb garden burn.
"Where do I go for this?"
The man turned and looked at Lethario, the look of wonderment still in his eyes. Lethario just threw this man into the 'I look like this all time because of my small brain' category.
"I dunno. Town Hall I 'spose"

A few hours later, Lethario was back at home. He'd traded his fish for some trail rations, a backpack, and new pair of boots. He'd already packed up his few meager belongings, leaving the fishing rods, nets, and baskets on the one table in the hut. He took up his fishing spear. The woods were a dangerous place after all. Placing his straw hat on his head, he walked out the door. The Elders had given him permission to venture to the heartlands. And his life, being one big slice of boredom, and just gotten a whole lot more interesting.