Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.25
- given the popularity of last night and the quality of the food.
It had to be Erin’s new Skill,
- but no one dared suggest to the girl that she might be using it unconsciously.
Face with such enthusiasm,
- Erin couldn’t help but respond in kind.
- Even on a winter night,
so many bodies were stifling hot.
- But Ceria could probably lower the temperature enough to…
- wiped a bit of spit off her face,
and stared at Yvlon?
- The other woman looked just as confused.
playing as the [Ice Queen] named Elza sang a song so famous that it needed no introduction.
- The two sat behind the curtains,
through it at the room full of life and a different kind of magic.
- After a while,
- just as adored.
It was like how they’d been treated in Ocre,
- but somehow more intimate and even more reverential at the same time.
- her eyes red and bloodshot.
She was the same wagon driver who’d taken them from Ocre.
- She was the only one willing to risk her neck going so close to Albez,
- Captain Ceria covered the [Insanity] spell with mud,
but it may have been removed in the time since we are gone.”
- This proved to be very difficult to extract.
Ksmvr still had the enchanted Goblin’s short sword,
- but even with all his strength he could barely chip at the stone floor of the pit.
- But it did have one new passenger:
the door lay between Pisces and Ksmvr as the [Mage] poured over it and Ksmvr stared at the small stone in his hands.
- To the Antinium the rock appeared totally ordinary,
“The true value in the door might not be in its pratical use at all,
- but rather as a tool of study for me.
and Erin watched with baited breath.
- In a few moments Ksmvr was jumping off the wagon and running quite quickly back towards the city in the distance.
The other settled back in the wagon to wait.
- They didn’t speak much—just watched Ksmvr’s shape slowly disappear.
All we have to do it—”
- the driver half-turned to look.
He caught only a glimpsed of the five people clustered around the door lying on his wagon when he heard a quiet pop of air and they vanished.
The poor wagon driver sat miserably hunched over in the cart as the horse plodded onwards through the cold night.
- After a few moments,