Oh no, Neptune has fallen down and can't get up because her Strength is too low to lift her overfed body! Someone should help her!
But it won't be you, because you're currently in Lastation, sitting in a bar, drinking your last credits. You got fired out the Guild today for underwhelming results. Well, that's not really your fault, they did let you in without really checking you first. Like everyone else, they assume you're good at fighting. But you aren't. You'd rather talk and negociate than kill people. That attitude got you many friends, but now that the Guild fired you… Let's just say you'd better not rely on them anymore. You're no longer under anyone's protection.
Rummaging in your backpack, you find a bill of twenty credits, that you use to pay for the beer. Then, you leave the bar with your belonging, feeling like everyone is staring at you. You try to ignore them. You're just worried.
Without a protection, heh.
You raise your eyes and take a good look at Lastation Tower. A divine protector sounds really good, it would keep you out of trouble.
Actually, being protected personally by the CPU of Lastation is probably the safest position you can think of.
You must find a way to get hired.
 Sneak in the Basilicom.
 Wai[t] for the night and climb it.
 Just walk in and ask if they're hiring.