Class Fantasy
The map is not finished until someone bleeds on the edge.
Where creation frayed, the map runs out - and the explorer begins. They walk willingly into the rogue domains, those feral scars the gods never tamed, and come back with the one thing no city can manufacture: knowledge of what lies beyond. Thalos respects the courage of facing the wild without walls, and an explorer's hardiness is forged the same way, one survived horizon at a time. Their presence stays low and their credibility is written in discoveries; the world believes a returning explorer because nothing else could have walked that far and lived.
They survive bad terrain, read danger early, and turn preparation into victory when no city resource can help.
Presence stays modest, but Hardiness and Credibility climb with every place only they can prove exists.