Differences in The Wandering Inn 2.18
- So many times!
Erin knew Level 20 wasn’t actually that high—almost everyone got to that before they died Selys had told her.
- But still.
- Her pitch was perfect.
Even someone with a autotuner couldn’t have improved her range.
- It made Erin feel weird;
- The heinous singing floated down from below,
accompanied by the loud clink of porcelain being stacked together or silver wear being organized.
- staggered out her door and hurled it down the stairs.
It turned out that she’d hurled her beside dresser,
- and it crashed into pieces as it hit the ground floor.
- Erin stared at the board,
and at the pawn moved on the other side.
Ryoak tried to quickly run through the consequences of playing a game,
- but she couldn’t think of too many.
- and so she hated the winter.
That was all there was too it.
- It didn’t even hurt to admit.
There was such a huge difference between then it would hurt more to deny such an obvious fact.
- But Val didn’t seem to think so.
That had been her parent’s fault as much as hers.
- They’d forced the coach to let Ryoka train by herself,
- She let him set the pace,
and he led here at a reasonably fast job through the snow.
- Not too fast;
- That surprised Ryoka,
although perhaps it shouldn’t.
- Val clearly wasn’t one of the Runners in a guild,
for once thing,
- and please take no offense,
- Ryoka had inferred something like that from comments from other Runners,
but she hadn’t even heard it from the horse’s mouth so to speak.
- She let Val go on as they ran a slow circuit of the Floodplains of Liscor.
“Are there any difference between them and others?”
They way they get treated?
- Nothing else.”
- There’s a [Marksman] among us who rides a horse.
She snipes anyone getting in her way down from a two hundred feet away.”
- Am I speaking to Hawk?
This is Valceif of Free Landing.
- I’m in the area,
- If you’re going by spell,
you could run right into a monster nest or one of the warzones down there.
- There are a few conflicts going on,
- but he told her it was only worth a gold coin or two.
In response she tossed two at him as they ran.
“And Wyverns—keep an eye on the sky If you see anything overhead,
- even if you think it’s an eagle,
“You weren’t here for the undead that attacked were you?”
- Smart ones.
He enslaved wraiths and ghosts and build new types of undead.
- Look—just before you go,
- “‘Neither rain nor snow,
nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds,
- After the first game,
the other play had reset the board quickly.
- But this time he –
- He waited,
with baited breath as she stared at the board.
- Alekhine’s Defence.
It was an aggressive opening to counter the King’s Pawn with,
- and it hinted that the other player had grown tired of playing Olesm.
Erin had grown up studying over a 1,500 years of chess.
- She’d learned from Grandmasters and countless games she could look back on.
- Chess strategy had evolved much since the origin of the game,
and Erin had learned to play to such a level that even among the 600 million players in the world,
- she still stood close to the top.
He slowly picked up a quill and dipped it into the ink.
- Olesm began to write,
- Appearance trumped desire.
Niers was a Level 63 [Tactician],
- and on his shoulders the fate of his company rested.