After acquiring your weapon, you are taught how to fight with that weapon. A few crates and barrels line the camp. The elf looks at you. "You can break those crates and barrels. You might find some silver or gold coin." she says.
(I will also be an adventurer but mostly just explaining the dungeon's and towns."

"Are you sure? What if someone needs those barrels or uses them?" Siv asked holding the small one handed weapon.

The elf smiled. "The only ones down here are us. The barrels are used for practise. Go ahead." she said. The war-forged stood. "She means it." he added.

The girl looked at her weapon and then the barrels before stepping closer to one and giving it a firm smack. Wood splintered as she hit it again and again in a sort of power hungry rage. Siv only stopped when all the barrels were broken. She was still tense, her stance not quiet back to normal as she took deep breaths to calm herself before putting her weapon away. "Like that?" She asked.

The elf nodded. "Yes, like that. I see some silver coins and a couple health potions dropped from the barrels." she said. The war-forged walked to the elf and whispered into her ear. The elf nodded. "I think you are ready for your first dungeon. Follow Cameron, the war-forged, and Sycle, the halfling, up there." she pointed to a pathway going up the island. "There are barrels and crates going up the pathway. You can practice with your weapon on the way." she said, smiling.