Do not mistake its true nature – stealth is an attack against the perception attribute, skills, and focus of the defehis is why it is so much harder tain it once lost.

  - Excerpt from The Adventurer’s Guide, Third Edition

  “Which way?” Lyeneru asked.

  fed a trickle of mana into the Wanderer’s gift – his powerful trag adva – a a distinct pull. “That way,” he said, pointing past the distant trees toward the low foothills. “It seems to be moving slowly.”

  “Good, we’re catg up,” Lyeneru said, fring her wings and accelerating forward.

  She always made him track the Death Knight while they hunted from the air, but her subtle ent about catg up roof that she had far better trag skills than him. While his advarag ability was amazing, it was only a dire – he couldn’t tell if they really were gaining on the powerful undead creature. Huh. Does that mean she effectively put me up to this… surely not?

  Cheg in regurly, adjusted their course as they skimmed the treetops until he found himself drawn to a valley led in the foothills of the mountains. Far below, seen as occasional glimpses betweerees, he caught sight of the silver ribbon of a river tributary winding its way out of the valley.

  Wait, something’s nht…

  Trusting his hunch, he squinted, zooming in through the greenery with his vision skill till he saw what had been noticed by his subsind. It’s not moving. “The river is frozen,” pointed out.

  “It is,” Lyeneru said. “We’re right on track, look.” She indicated a spot further into the valley and, with a gnce, realized that everees were frozen – a broad swathe of ice cutting a straight lihrough the valley and its verdant undergrowth.

  “The Death Knight?” he asked, although, what else could it be?

  “Yes, we’re here,” Lyeneru said, a tight grimace flickering across her features as she narrowed her eyes, studying the frozen forest. “Here’s our pn. You will use stealth to get ahead of it and draw it out to that clearing over there. Your job is to pull it, not to fight – your distra will allow me to prepare my Ambush. After I engage, you back off and fight it from the air, and do not hesitate to disengage if you take too much damage. Watch out for the fear and ice auras – you’ve figured out their range already, right?”

  “Yes,” he said, nodding. The pn seemed simple, but he had seen the monster up close before, and the reality of what he was about to attempt sent a chill of fear crawling down his spine. She would allow him to fight a little, but that also meant he was fighting a Death Knight who could easily kill him if he made even the slightest mistake. “Will my stealth be good enough against it?” Hadn’t she said it was almost level two hundred?

  “This one has excellent vision and hearing, but all of its advanced perception skills are omnidireal and limited to the range of the fear aura. Use your new Mirage Armor – the illusion should help your stealth. With luck, if you avoid the aura and use the shadows and trees, you should be ok.”

  “Luck…” he echoed, recalling one of his patron’s traits. He retrieved a Dal’mold from his dwindling money pouch. “’t hurt to buy a little more of that.” He stilled his trembling hand and then flipped the into the air, pulsing a little mana into it. The gold gleamed, catg the sunlight as it tumbled over and over in the air, and, at the very apex, it vanished in a small puff of glowing sparks.

  You have gaihe Blessing of the Wanderer+12 to Dexterity.+8% to Movement speed.Blessing – Duration: 3 hours.

  Lyeneru quirked an eyebrow at him, so he shared the details of his buff with her.

  “Well, that’s perfect for this fight,” she said approvingly. “Lady Luck is good to you, you’ll need every advantage you eke out. We both will. When you draw it out, stay on the ground if possible and use the trees for cover. It has a powerful ranged ice magic attack – if you’re in the air before it’s fully focused on me, you will present an easy target.”

  “Ok, I’m going,” he said, mostly to vince himself this was not a swift way to it suicide. He reserved the mana for Mirage Armor, marveling at the sight of his arms blurring into an indistinct shimmer, but by the time he turned back, Lyeneru had vanished. Suddenly alone, he shivered and then spiraled downward through the treetops for cover as he sought to pce himself directly into the path of the oning undead camity of ice, fear, and steel. As soon as he nded, he dismissed his wings and activated his stealth and silence, sprinting across the carpet of deposing leaves and darting through the trees, willing his heart to stop beating so loudly.

  He set up just off a game trail that cut across the path of the Death Knight, finding his bearings aling into the dark shadow of a huge spreading tree.

  Just as he was beginning to get his jangling nerves under trol, a creeping, crag noise came to his hearing, and white ice crystals began to appear on every surface, proliferating along the boughs and trunks of the distant trees. The temperature plummeted as if they’d been caught in the breath attack of a furious Frost Dragon. The ch of heavy steel sabatons breaking sheets of ice echoed through the forest and a deadly chill bit his skin.

  It’s here. Time to – shit!

  As if his thoughts had summo, the dark, shrouded form emerged into the open, stepping out from between two enormous trees and onto the game trail. It approached, striding down the narrow path oozing pourpose to the sounds of ice creaking as the trees froze solid in its wake. Suddenly, an oak to the left side of the trail exploded, shattered into flying shards of id wood by the extreme cold. Shrapnel bounced unnoticed from the Death Knight’s heavy pte armor. shivered, struggling with his inner war against his own body and the fear demanding he scream and flee.

  Death Knight – Undead – level ???

  [Explorer]A terrifying relic of ages past – a dark, heavily armored undead knight wielding a greatsword, fear, and ice.Category: Minio Level: EliteMoype: Greater Undead, Death KnightDamage: Physical, Iown Abilities: Fear Aura

  He drew his bow and carefully nocked an arrow. Holding his breath in the hope that the steam would not give him away too early, he tracked the approach of the Death Knight, exquisitely aware of both the range of his bow and the estimated range of the invisible fear aura that undoubtedly welled up and outward from the moo his immense relief, his white-knuckled hands held steady.

  He imbued his arrow with Increased Range aamina to his Eclipse skill to attempt an Ambush. Feeding mana to his light damage entment, he withheld it on the brink of pletion and loosed his arrow. The fletgs brushed his cheek as the arrow shot forth and his heart began to hammer in his throat as he abruptly passed the point of urn.

  Practid habit took over, his eyes traced the path of his arrow, and at the st possible moment, he released his withheld entment. His arrow burst into shining radiance. Ambush triggered; a lurg release felt through the skill itself. His arrow smmed home through a gap between the heavy ptes of armor. The Death Knight let out ahereal, chilling hiss and its intense glowing blue eyes instantly transfixed , driving sudden terror and dread into his impaled soul. He had never felt so small and insignifit. A bug uhe armored boot of a giant.

  “You will die for that, half-elf,” it rasped.

  The calm, cold hate in its voice ironically restarted ’s heart, aook a shuddering breath of his own, spearing a deathly chill up his nostrils that versely cleared his mind like a brutal sp to the cheek. Colleg himself abruptly, he turned and fled, leaping over bushes and dodging trees at a dead run, taking full advantage of the Blessing of the Wanderer. He ran ft out, making for the suddenly impossibly distant clearing while his ears picked out every d crash of the Death Knight’s boots breaking ice behind him.

  It's gaining on me! Lyeneru’s assessment that it was slow was clearly retive. Especially when it was annoyed by the fleeing flea! He risked a panicked gnce backward, just in time to jerk back from an ice bolt hurtling toward his head. It swished an inch past his fad punched a hole through the trunk of a tree just as swerved smoothly past it.

  He reternaturally aware of the range of the Death Knight’s auras, and he could already feel the unnerving fear beginning to trickle through his mind, sowing weakness in his muscles as the world around him grew colder.

  Desperate for every inch of speed, he triggered his Righteous Fury. His body blurred as it accelerated, his Mirage Armor w hard to obscure his position. Another ice bolt whistled past his other ear. He performed his well-practiced spinning leap as he cleared a brand he fired an arrow back at the Death Knight, using both his damage and his grappling enhas. The arrow punched into the Death Knight’s arm with no visible effect, and the s of light instantly shattered as if they were gossamer threads – clearly no more resistahan a spider web for the relentless dark monster.

  Where is she? Any time now!

  His breath rasped heavily in his throat as he struggled for enough air to barely keep ahead of the monster. He dodged another ice bolt and summoned a mana potion from his ste, downing it to push his skills just a little longer.

  Where the fuck is the clearing? I’m not going to make it! Panic made his inner voice shrill and brittle as he began to realize just how far it still was.

  Righteous Fury faded, and he felt his mana cool. ’s frantic speed slowed. The g and crag of the Death Knight barreling through frozen trees behind him grew louder and louder. The chill began to bite, slowing his muscles. Frost and rime coated the leaves in front of him, and high-speed splinters shot past his neck as yet aree detonated from the extreme cold.

  Suddenly he jerked to an abrupt stop, his foot trapped in the ice. He pitched forward, smming hard against the ground. Desperately, he struggled, trying tain his feet to the sound of cold, mog ughter. Yanking furiously, he felt his frozen leg snap, shattering at the ankle in a shower of icy ks of broken flesh and bone. dragged himself to his feet, taking off in a staggering, shambling run on one good foot and a frozen stump. He summoned his wings, ign Lyeneru’s instrus to remain grounded, but to his horror, even the magic of his maed wings creaked and froze, ab his escape before he even got off the ground.

  His arms arembled untrolbly as the undeniable power of the fear aura bed him. He tripped again and fell, rolling over to find the Death Knight t over his prone form. All he could do was stare in horror, uo even summon his recall potion as the fear banished his willpower.

  Slowly, it drew its enormous glowing sword and spoke a single word.

  “Die.”

  A blur fshed by from the side. ’s body reacted to the cussion of the bst before his ears eveered the deafening crad bone-shaking explosion. ’s face scorched from the blisteri and lightning crackled all around as the Death Knight was tossed through a nearby tree trunk from the force.

  Lyeneru.

  A bzing avatar appeared from among the trees trailing sparks from her eyes. Her fming bow remaieady, trained on the impact crater the Death Knight had made. “Move,” she ordered.

  Struggling to keep scious, he forced his trembling, battered body to move. He hadn’t quite made it to the clearing, but she had saved him, heless. Something moved within the crater. Something dark. Instantly, Lyeneru filled it with bzing arrows fired from her bow with immense power and speed – the force of the detonations knocked him ain.

  Scrambling onto his knees, he summoned his wings and took to the sky just above the treetops, getting a healthy distaween himself and the titanic e, lightning, and ice that erupted below.

  Now, that was an Ambush! If he had beearget, he would have been vaporized by that attack, a he could already see the grim Death Knight g its way out of the crater, unleashing a hail of i the rapidly dodging Night Elf. Arrows of fire and lightning hammered against a thick wall of ice. While her opening attack had been unimaginably powerful, he had the wits to notice she had used the same trick he did – deying her magic till the st possible moment to eke the maximum be from stag her skills. Of course, the parisoween their attacks could hardly be called close, but he found fort in learning his tactics were on the right track.

  With a little distance gained from the epiter of the csh, his heart began to calm a little and the fingers of fear released their hold on him. Some sembnce of trol began to return to his trembling hands, still numb and blue from the brutal cold.

  nocked an arrow and sighted down the shaft, f his breathing to even out in order to steady his grip. Already, rge swathes of the forest were burning or covered in thick sheets of ice. The Death Knight charged forward, felling trees with every swing of its great rune bde as it chased the tenacious Night Elf and filled the air with deadly shards of ice. Lyeneru flew in dizzying arcs with her powerful wings, telep every few seds and unleashing a hail of devastating volleys from every possible angle, filling the air with the stench of burning and ozone.

  took a deep breath and held it, finally settling his frayed nerves. Right after Lyeeleported into the air, he unleashed his arrow, not wanting to interfere with her fighting in any way – but there was no way he was just standing by without trying to help.

  Even if the Death Knight is to for me to damage, I’m alive and I’ll do my part. He fired again and again as his mana slowly ticked up from his potioudied the battle unfolding below. For all Lyeneru’s immense power, the Death Knight was visibly stronger. With his fear, heavy armor, and potent ice magic, it would have had her at a disadva for the fact that she could fly and teleport like a demented bat. No wonder she’s been hunting this thing fes.

  downed another mana potion as soon as the first expired and resumed his careful marksmanship, although he may as well not be present for all the attention the Death Knight paid him. For his third, he took a health potion io try to recover some of the damage sustained from his brief stint in that frost aura. He fired arrow after arrow into the stalemate as the two titans turhe once-pristine forest valley into a hellscape of destru.

  My recharge will be up soon. It was like an instinct – his css-provided sense of timing. He didn’t eveo check his skill, when he se was recharged, he lit the sky by igniting his mana. He aimed and loosed a storm of arrows at the Death Knight’s head and shoulders, imbued with Righteous Fury’s intense power. Even at his stro, his arrows seemed pale and tiny against the backdrop of magical fury being unleashed below. But he put everything he had into it.

  I hope I at least do something.

  An arrow struck the back of the Death Knight, somehow finding a minuscule gap between the heavy pte pauldron and the shrouded neck, sprouting there like a glowing shard. The creature whirled with a hiss could hear from all the above the treetops. Suddenly, the air around him was thick with flying shards of ice, and the only thing he could do was dodge at top speed. He fred extra mana into his wings, accelerating his speed, but still, a thick shard of ice impaled his right thigh just above the knee. Another shard shattered his shin from the force of the impact, while dozens more swished by, leaving grazes and scrapes where he barely mao dodge their razor-sharp edges.

  A deathly chill seeped into his body, creeping out from the wounds. As his legs began to freeze, he used the st few seds hteous Fury to flee the storm of ice, darting higher overhead and hoping he wasn’t making himself an easier target. He gnced back down, finding the Death Knight staring up at him, about to unother storm of ice.

  Where’s Lyen–

  A detonation rocked the valley below, bsting a new crater into the ground. Splinters of trees and ks of dirt and rock hurtled past his head as he took sudden evasive maneuvers. But as the debris and smoke cleared an eerie sileuro the forest – what was left of it. Fme crackled along the trunks of toppled forest giants, slowly burning out. Sparks arced along the ground, trag the edges of thick blocks of ice.

  Down in the crater, the Death Knight y with a smoking hole in the ter of its torso. Lyeneru hovered above, bow drawn, magic mounting.

  “It is futile, Night Elf,” the Death Knight said, his voice sending chills down ’s spihe Master will raise another. He will keep hunting you until you die. And then you will serve–”

  “He’s wele to try,” Lyeneru answered, her voice ft and harsh. Then her bow burred o time. Her arrow punched a hole through the Death Knight’s head.

  gasped at the sound of his chime.

  Yroup has defeated Death Knight – Undead – level 193

  Your as have increased the reputation of your patron.The duration of your Blessing of the Wanderer has increased by +3 days.

  Holy shit! She did it! He could scarcely believe his eyes. Ahe notifications did not lie.

  Archer of Light has reached level 43 (+3).+30 attribute points.

  Arrows of Brilliance has reached level 30.Blessing of the Dawn has reached level 21.Eclipse has reached level 22 (+2).Righteous Fury has reached level 15 (+2).Azrael's Wings has reached level 14 (+2).Mirage Armor has reached level 6 (+5).

  slowly drifted down.

  Three levels. My tribution must have been tiny pared to Lyeneru’s, but I still leveled three times. At what cost? He gnced down at his missing foot and the shattered remnants of his favorite boots that still g to the stump.

  “Well done, ,” Lyeneru said, taking her eyes off the falleh Knight to look at him.

  The sound of his name from her lips sent a thrilling surge of pride through his exhausted, broken body.

  “You distracted him well enough that I was able to get off a sed Ambush,” she said, firming what he had guessed. “That tribution probably earned you at least two of those levels.” She wore an uncharacteristic grin on her face.

  wi the jarring pain as he lowered himself to the ground. With the Death Knight’s death, its magio longer invaded his body, but his legs were still shattered and bleeding. His health potion hadn’t restored his missing foot and with the reg frost, came a powerful surge of pain. He drank another healing potion, wishing Mato or Malika were around.

  “I’m just gd I could help a little,” he said, speaking through gritted teeth. “You were right. I love Mirage Armor.” He had dodged aire storm of ice shards and even just the two that had hit had destroyed his legs.

  Lyeneru’s grin widened. “The Pathfinder Guild he Death Knight corpse, but you take the pte armor and sword if you like. Perhaps you sell it to feed your insatiable potion addi.” She tossed the equipment in his dire and stored the corpse.

  Did she just make a joke? But he uood her iious smile and good humor. They had achieved something incredible – they had rid the world of a Death Knight – a Greater Undead and sce on the living. The world would be safer without its evil.

  Well, it was mostly her power, but I did help with my piddling shots – well, except for the ohat peed, he corrected himself, almost as if Mato were listening to his thoughts. He was still trying to his mind around the power that had created the giant crater they were sitting in and had ehe Death Knight.

  “You sell that stuff in Ciradyl whe there.”

  “Ciradyl?” asked, fused. He had only seen pictures of the beautiful elven forest city. She wants to go there?

  “Yes,” she answered nontly. “The Pathfinders Guild is there, and you are joining. I will sponsor you for the rank of initiate. After today’s performance, you skip the entire novice rank.”

  Wait, Pathfinder? Initiate? ’s brain reeled from Lyeneru’s annou. Me? His disbelief must have been pin to see because Lyeneru just chuckled.

  “My only critique is you’re not powerful enough yet, and that is something you will solve with time and training. That is what the guild is for. You have demonstrated ce against a terrifying foe far above your level, smart bat skills, the ability to follow dires evehey’re challenging, and good improvisation and situational awareness,” she said, pinning him with a look that pinly said he had better live up to her assessment, or else. “Nothing iandard trial could hold a dle to this fight. You have earned your Pathfinder badge.”

  “I… thanks!”

  “e, let’s get you a proper healer, those otions won’t regrow ys,” she said, reag toward him. “Here, take my hand.”

  As soon as he did, he felt the familiar lurch of le teleportation and found himself suddenly sitting in the ter of a silvery, glowing teleportation locus inscribed into a solid wooden floor. Almost immediately, a hazel-eyed Wood Elf Healer with flowing dark green hair stepped forward with the iic cloak of the Pathfinders swishing from her shoulders.

  She spoke a few soft words in the lilting speech of the Elves and pced her hands on his wounded legs, sending a geream of healing magic flowing into him. slumped ba the aged flroaning, “Oh… beautiful.”

  Then he caught the slightest of smiles curving her lips.

  “Uh – the, uh, sensation – I meant!” he stammered, fearing he had just ied his remaining foot into his mouth, right up to the knee. Did I say, ‘you’re beautiful?’ Huh?

  Switg nguages, she replied, “I’d say the same for you, young half-human. Now, if only you were two hundred years older…”

  Lyeneru snorted, “Evidently, he’ll be just fine.”

  Aliandra

  “I ’t wait to get bay domain,” Ali said, sighing. She was well and truly doh this Domain Withdrawal.

  “I bet,” Mato said. “Here…” He bent over and hauled up the iron grate.

  “Thanks,” she said, stepping onto a barrier disk aating herself down into the sewers. She wrinkled her the foul odor. This was so muicer when I owhis space. I should recim it and purify the water. At least it might smell better.

  Mato grunted from above as he repced the iron grate and began climbing down the dder.

  “What do you want to–” she began, but suddenly she was interrupted by a moaning noise. She snapped her head around to find herself staring into dead eyes set in a rotting face.

  “…rrraaarhg…”

  Warrior – Zombie – level 8

  She snapped a sed barrier up just in time to catch the grasping bony hand. It sptted against her barrier, leaving a handprint of nasty-looking bck ooze dripping down its surface. “Mato! Zombie!”

  Moments ter, the bear charged by, and sshed through the zombie with a powerful Swipe of his cws.

  Yroup has defeated Warrior – Zombie – level 8

  “What the fuck is that doing here?” Mato demanded after shifting back to his Beastkin form.

  “I don’t know,” Ali said. “But we o find out.” She crept up to the interse and peeked around the er.

  Warrior – Zombie – level 4-12 x7

  “Uh, there’s a lot of them,” Ali said. “Do you think they’re left over from that Neancer?”

  “Probably, what else could it be?” Mato said, immediately ing back to his Bear Form.

  “ I leave those to you while I summon a mage?” Ali asked.

  She got a grunt in reply, which she took to mean yes. By the time she had summoned a Fire Mage, Mato had cleared the tunnel. “At least they’re low level.”

  They pressed on, clearing tunnel after tunnel until they reached the entrao the cavern, and here Ali stopped and stared. As far as she could see, her home was crawling with zombies and skeletons.

  “Looks like we have some work to do,” Mato said. “Summon some more monsters, I’ll wait.”

  Ali climbed down into the cavern, following Mato, and then opened her Grimoire to summon a sed Fire Mage.

  “You two, clear the cavern. Kill all the undead,” Ali anded.

  “Yes, A Mistress.” Her Kobold Mages bowed, eyes gleaming red in the dark, and then they scampered down the rise with delighted chirps, summoning fme to their hands.

  “Lira did say my domain would attract monsters, but this is a jolly horde,” Ali said, paging through her Grimoire aing a shaman for her summon.

  “There may be higher level undead, we should be careful,” Mato said.

  Ali nodded and summoned an Acolyte. She wanted a full plement of monsters before they headed out into this mess. I just didn’t expect them to show up in suumbers. Back to the drawing board with my defenses, clearly…

  ***

  The chime sounded as Ali entered Lydia’s Allure with Mato awo Kobolds. It was remarkable how much better she felt after spending a few hours in her domain rec from her withdrawal while Mato and her monsters cleared the cavern of undead. Even after her rest, they were still pig off stragglers, so she left her Kobolds and Goblins with orders to wipe them all out. At least there was nothing over level fifteen. This time.

  As if on cue, her chime sounded again.

  Your minions have defeated Warrior – Zombie – level 6

  The endless stream of notifications had slowed dramatically, however, like sand, the undead had gotten in everywhere, and her minions were still flushing them out of nooks and crevices.

  After she had recovered, Mato had graciously agreed to apao Lydia’s shop, g safety in numbers – especially given that there was most likely still a bounty on her head.

  “Oh, hi Aliandra, Mato.” Lydia gnced up at the sound of the door chime and greeted them. She looked busy, sitting behind the ter where bright fabriels cut inte shapes adorhe surface while thread and needle flew, accelerated by her tail skills.

  The store was empty of ers, but it was full of boxes, packed and arranged in orderly rows ready for transport. It seemed business was booming.

  Tailor – Human – level 61

  Ali identified her automatically, but what she saw made her suddenly pause. I identify her! It was ohing to see your css grow, but sometimes it was itle, ued details that she really appreciated the progress.

  “Hi Lydia,” Ali greeted her. “I just wao let you know is going to be busy for a few days.”

  “He hasn’t gotten himself into trouble again, has he?”

  “This is ,” Mato answered with a chuckle. “I’m the one who gets into trouble, not him!”

  Lydia gave him a look that spoke volumes about just how unimpressed she was with his wit. Ali wondered just how many versions of that versation they had had over the years.

  “He went on a quest with Lyeneru Silverleaf,” Ali put in, before Mato got himself scolded. “She wanted his help to track the Death Knight. They left in a hurry, which is why he probably didn’t stop by and tell you himself.”

  Lydia’s eyes widened briefly. “She had better take care of him, or I will have words with her.” She dow with her uated humor, but there was deep worry in her eyes.

  “I met her,” Ali reassured Lydia quickly. “She is unimaginably powerful – a three-mark Pathfinder – couldn’t be ier hands, even against a Death Knight.” She ed to mention that she had had to stare down the wrong end of Lyeneru’s bow, deg that would not be reassuring in the slightest. However, in the end, it seemed she could chalk that up to a misuanding, and it had all worked out. Worked out in a way that left Ali with a lot of unfinished homework.

  Lydia sighed. “Ok, thanks for letting me know.”

  “Business seems good?” Ali asked, indig the boxes – there were quite a few of them, many addressed to ‘Weldin Thriftpenny, Adventurers Guild’.

  “Yes, I’m always busy now. The idea of pairing up with the Adventurers Guild shop has goremely well. As soon as the wot out, half of the Novaspark Academy stopped by and ed out every piece I made. The cloth armor is very popur among the lower-level mages and healers.”

  While she sounded happy, there did seem to be an undercurrent of something that bothered her.

  “Just the lower levels?”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “I think I am reag the limits of what I do on my own. The higher-level mages are looking for more entments – high-level magical or unon grade pieces, and I haven’t been able to discover that teique on my own. All I have are the self-repair ent, and the minor healing and bone magits you helped me learn. The healing ent is in high demand, but bone magic affinity is pretty rare. And there’s no way the guild tailors are going to part with their secrets now that I’ve proved to be petition.”

  “I see,” Ali said, her brow furrowing in thought. It was a real predit.

  Lydia sat up a little, posing herself. “Enough about my problems. You’ve leveled up quite a lot, would you like me to upgrade your armor?”

  Was that hesitation in her voibsp;Ali wondered if she was reading more into it than there was, but she felt that Lydia was bothered quite a bit more than she was letting on.

  “That would be fantastic,” Ali answered. In truth, she had been meaning to get an upgraded armor set but had simply not had the time for a town trip in quite a while, and she had really outgrown her old piece.

  “Thank you,” Lydia said. “I get most of my levels from you. I will be sad when you outgrow my work. At least for now, I’m gd I still be a help.” She smiled at Ali. “Why don’t you e by and pick it up tomorrow?”

  “Ok,” Ali answered. So, I wasn’t imagining it. Lydia was worried about hitting a progress wall and it seemed she didn’t know how to solve it. For that matter, Ali had no idea how to help her either, unless she stumbled upon some gear with an important entment and mass-produced it for Lydia to study – but there was little ce of finding anything in the jungle wearing mage robes.

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