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EXP: 22,896, Level: 6
Level completed: 42%,
EXP required for next Level: 4,104
Rain bothered Atzar less than most. On the all-important list of “Things Solvable with Magic”, it ranked pretty low. The droplets parted before they reached him, as if thwarted by an invisible tent. There was a price, of course. Blood welled around the small iron barb he pressed into his thumb, dripping at intervals and becoming lost in the mud. But the wizard had no such solution for hunger. He approached the tavern in the rural, dismal settlement of Wherever-He-Was in search of food. The town had seen better days; sunshine would have done little to brighten up the creaky, crumbly buildings as they lost their battle with time. But the place offered light, warmth, and a bite to eat.
Old boards croaked underfoot as the wizard stumped into the tavern and seated himself at one of the vacant stools nearby. It was no great chore to keep the rain off his back, but still, he was glad to be free of the task for a while. And a hot meal and cold drink would be grand. He requested a beer and a bowl of stew, ignoring the other patrons for now. Perhaps he’d seek company or entertainment later, but for now, Atzar was more interested in his stomach.
Last edited by Atzar; 09-04-2017 at 05:39 PM.
