Ben Vanderbilt

​Hard work? That sounded like an eternity in hell for the spoiled Ben Vanderbilt.


He grumbled to his grandfather when he was told hard work wouldn't kill him. But wherever they were going probably would kill him. It wasn't like this trip was to be trip to the beach. Ben knew that. He knew that not everyone came back alive on these journeys. He sighed.

"I'll see you at dinner, Grandfather."

Ben said, already deciding to go on the adventure. Because that was not going to be as awful to him as trying to find an actual job. He headed to his room to go get ready for the dinner. First that fling called him and now this...It was going to be an awful night. Ben just knew it.