He had walked all day and his feet hurt. He was almost killed by giant centipedes and an ogre. He had murdered five sleeping kobolds. He hurt his back hauling a treasure chest up a flight of stairs. He looked again at his hands. His blood-stained hands.
And he realized, despite all those negatives, that he had never felt so alive. So adventurous. So free. And, if he could, he would do it all again tomorrow.