"I was slow before donning this armor...and now I am slightly slower, hah hah hah!" Poropo almost put a full smile on his face, but he reminded himself of his frail constitution. Wearing heavy armor might not actually be solving any problems.
Waddling through the streets of Magnolia, Poropo started becoming distracted from his mental cage by a flurry of bright banners and happy people setting up for a party. Wearing the heavy armor was starting to wear out the monk, and the sight of fresh food was only accelerating Poropo's hunger.
"Hello, sir. You seem to be a well-worn adventurer - care to help set up for this party? You will be well compensated, by yours truly." A noble-looking gentleman approached the hungry monk and seemed to provide a job opportunity.