Differences in The Wandering Inn 2.32 H
- but she ran it with care and attention.
She’d offered Ceira a place to live as long as she wanted,
- and that was tempting.
- Ceria sighed and shook her head.
It still burned in her after all.
- No matter how much she denied it,
- Now that she was healed,
she’d been moved out of that room and into the few room the Guild kept for adventurers down on their luck.
- cramped space barely large enough to sleep and store a few items in.
But it was all Yvlon needed and less than she deserved so she didn’t care.
- But the walls were thin and she knew her neighbors were sleeping,
- And she’d only survived because she’d been guarding the rear.
Countless Silver-rank adventuerers,
- good men and women who she’d known personally –
Yvlon bucked her sword to her belt and picked up her shield.
- She walked towards the door,
She stroke out the Guild doors,
- through the streets,
- But he couldn’t help remembering the past as he walked through the snow.
More spells than just ones revolving around the death flowed into his mind.
- [Flame Rapier],
- Three adventurers walked into a bar.
To be more accurate,
- a [Necromancer],
- The [Necromancer] sniffed.
He stared hungrily at the stack of pancakes in front of him and licked his lips.
Ceria scowled at him at Yvlon raised one eyebrow.
The adventurers looked up at Lyon flounced over.
- They weren’t alone in the inn,
but somehow they’d been unlucky enough to have her visit her table.
Two tables over,
- Halrac was sitting at a table,
- Smaller groups of higher leveled warriors are better than a large group.
Why do you think most Gold-rank teams are comprised of six adventurers of less?”
- Yvlon looked at Toren as the skeleton walked across the inn,
sheparding Lyon by poking her repeatedly in the back.
- Pisces just shrugged.
- but I will abide by the majority vote.
Unless your objection is because doubt my abilities as a [Necromancer],
- She sighed.
This was hard.
He was missing the two sword and daggers he’d carried for a short time.
- Without them,
but he says it was because he’s not good as Klbkch.
- And that’s not exactly fair,
- One of my friends is gathering the Watch,
but there’s hundreds of them!”
- He grunted,
but yanked her arm free and moved towards the door with surprising haste.
- Ceria was going with them when Ksmvr spoke.
- her eyes following the Drake and Halrac as they sped across the snowy landscape.
Pieces was waiting too.
- For all he groused,
Everything an adventuring party was dependent on their group composition.
- You had to move as a team;
- The Watch had deployed fast and in serious numbers.
She saw at least a eighty guardsmen approaching the small army of Goblins,
- led by a familiar female Drake.
- and felt Yvlon shudder beside her.
Pisces hadn’t used to be able to do that.
- When they’d parted,
he hadn’t been able to reanimate more than a single corpse,
- The two warriors slashed at the front ranks and then fell back as Ceria hit the the front rank with ice spells.
Pisces raised a hand.
It was another Tier 3 spell.
- This one was a shock of electricity that burst from Pisces’ hands,
arcing towards the Hobs’ metal armor.
- The big warrior screamed as he fought to get up.
- the Hob that Pisces had reanimated ended the battle by himself.
Immune to injury now,
- he smashed Goblins left and right until they brought him down by weight of sheer numbers.
- that might actually be the case;
the local militias often did more work that adventurers in the south.
- Thanks for covering for us out there.
We’re requesting salvage rights?
- Do you want…