Tailpin Lvl 11/Day 17/Afternoon [b][HP][/b][i]100%[/i][color=007236]//////////[/color][b][][/b] Tracking was proving to be a difficult skill to train. Perhaps he just needed to gain a few more levels and keep practicing. Dark blue eyes slowly closed. Tailpin took a deep breath where he crouched in a patch of high grass. Then he squeezed his eyes shut, hard. The lack of progress was frustrating. But, even more frustrating than that was the fact that he was just treading water. As much as he wanted to make progress and advance the guild's development, he couldn't forget his limits and become careless. This meant that he wasn't able to hunt solo at his own level. The monsters here, near Bull's Run, weren't any help for training combat skills or gaining experience anymore. Materials and money came in at a tolerable pace but that wasn't so important right now. He needed to be prepared for the upcoming mission and for going up against other players. If Delcastle tried to recruit that merchant, and he probably would, then there was a chance that the entire guild would become a target of these "Glitch Fixers". He was one of the lowest level members of the World Walkers. Range wouldn't be such an advantage against other players. He needed more power and better close combat practice. The upcoming mission would give him a major boost if he took advantage of it properly. He opened his eyes again. He had to stop worrying and start concentrating. There wasn't time to be reckless or distracted. He had to be efficient and effective. Since this method wasn't working, it was time to switch tactics. He started running toward town at a ground eating jog. He would see what he could find at an info broker. ------------------------------ [@DestinyStar][@BlackPanther][@Zelosse][@Tracyarmav] Smarter'n'me Lvl 15/Day 17/Afternoon [b][HP][/b][i]100%[/i][color=007236]//////////[/color][b][][/b] Dan had been waiting for this reunion for a long time. But, it was bittersweet to watch from a corner while the storm of buried feelings raged between his closest friend and the deepest and truest love of his life. This little girl was precious. She was the reason his heart had grown so much in retirement. That organ that had tightened and shriveled while he handled one courtroom after another, making them see things the way he wanted them to. This brave girl was the reason why he could feel it beating again. The ache in his chest felt hot and tight. Smart felt pretty dumb for following Dim-the-dom in here like he had. But, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. This result was well worth it. He was happy for the two of them, seeing them finally build that bridge that they needed. But, he couldn't smile. He was sad for the long memories of things not going right, watching his friend try to fix something that couldn't be fixed. But, his eyes wouldn't shed any tears. He'd been right there, watching and waiting for the two of them to figure it out. And here he was, at the end of his vigil, with the most important lady in the world standing in front of him like a school girl waiting for a scolding. Dan waited and listened, as he had before. But, with her arms around him and her tears wet on his shoulder, he finally found a tear of his own. It traced a lonely path down his face as his arms came up to rub her back with his bony hands. He knew what she was getting at. "Shhh." He whispered softly. There were so many things that he wanted to say that they crowded each other and got stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell her that they'd find some way to fix her eye, that he knew things would get better. He wanted to tell her that he was relieved that she and her Grandpappi had finally made up. He wanted to tell her that he was proud of her, more than ever. He wanted to tell her that she was right. Strength is like happiness and faith and hope. You have to build it yourself. Other people can only give bricks and time. And she was really starting to do it right. He was so very glad that he had lasted long enough to see this. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly, tighter than his weakened body ever could have in real life. After all his noise and rowdy behavior, after waiting for so many years for this moment, the ex-lawyer was speechless. It took him a long few moments before he found a few words that worked. "You're not just our pride and joy. You're our glory and treasure too. Keep on shining bright and keep on winning battles." His voice was hoarse but he managed a smile as he loosened his grip. "Just, let us keep close enough to watch. Alright? I still want to tease that old tangle-beard for crying at your wedding one day, you know."