[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/54/7a/60/547a6026a04a544069e9ca8788cbc9ab.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLmNkYzMwNC5WR2hsSUZScGNITjVJRlJ5YjI5a2IyNCwuMAAAAAAA/trinigan-fg.regular.png[/img][/center] All guild members got a notification as Cecelia hit “Yes” on the quest bonus. [center][pre]Thinning the Herd Kill 20 Chitters and bring back their tails as proof. Speak to Shaman Rania for a reward. Rania’s Bonus: Increased XP, Increased Reputation Shared from: Cecelia Tonitrus[/pre][/center] Willow got Cecelia’s message just as she finished her meal, content to let Holly and River drive the conversation. She shook her head when River asked about seeing enemy stats. She could only see health and mana, nothing else. It was likely linked to his monster knowledge skill, much like reading the in-game language was linked to linguistics. Looking over the message, Willow chuckled at Cece’s enthusiasm. Well, she had more of a goal now than finding her subclass Trainer. [color=f7976a]”You two go ahead. I’m going to hunt down Prome and look into this other job Cece found.”[/color] Willow waved them goodbye and headed the opposite direction after pocketing the room key River offered and leaving several copper pieces on the table as tip. Outside in the light drizzle, Willow took a hard left with the intention of intercepting Prome. She didn’t particularly care for Cece’s suggestion that she was “leashing” Prome but… that’s probably pretty close to what she was going to do. She hurried out towards the bridge, checking the Reliquia map the game conveniently unlocked, and she reached the bridge with nothing to show. Cece said she should be able to intercept him but apparently Willow missed the Tinker. She quickly typed out a message to Prome. [quote] [color=f7976a]Prome, Check in please. Cece said you just ran off and after the last fight, I don’t want anyone alone for too long. Where are you?”[/color][/quote] Meanwhile, still inside the inn… [color=E5F20D] “Course. Comin’ right up.”[/color] The man at the counter grabbed a key from underneath it, number 12, and tossed it on the counter in front of her. Stew came out shortly as well as the water and, despite not ordering it, a tankard of Ale alongside it. The man shrugged as he did, jerking his head at the mage net to her. [color=0DF285] “Looks like you’ve had a rough one. Thought it might help take the edge off.”[/color] The guy said, deep in his own tankard. His name read Aleka, short spiky white hair still damp from the rain. A brown cloak hung from his shoulders and her wore a simple green tunic and breeches and a staff leaned against him. [color=0DF285] “Manage to make it through the floor boss alright? Or did you take the cheap way like me and wait it out?”[/color] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/90/43/58/904358b92478d63adf9511db4ecc21c9.jpg[/img][/center] Like most other houses in the residential area, Ratshrew’s home was quaint and small on the outside but lacked the customary plant growth. It had obviously been cleared away and the walls washed and repainted. The door had a small plaque with Professor Ratshrew cut boldly into it and brass knocker hung just beneath it. A muted murmuring and light footsteps could be heard before the door opened and a woman stood in the doorway, clearly weary and disgruntled at the late interruption. [hider=Rowina Ratshrew][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3e/30/f5/3e30f5bf35836916c56e6a4c5b4412a0--fantasy-characters-female-characters.jpg[/img][/hider] [color=C746EC] “Are you aware of the time, sir? Tis about time to snuff the candles and place away the books, much less receive visitors.”[/color] Rowina snapped irritably. [color=C746EC] “If you’ve shown up at our doorstep without a foot in the grave, I’ll make sure that there is how you’ll leave. Now out with it. Why are you bothering us so late?”[/color] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ4LmJmY2QwNC5WR2hsSUVSdlkydHouMAAA/trinigan-fg.regular.png[/img][/center] The trip to the docks was uneventful, the rain having let up further since the lightning subsided. The streets were still muddy and more players adventured out of their inns to explore for a while. In the moonlight, it was clear this town was once abandoned and probably only recently reclaimed. Plants still covered most buildings and almost all the paths were still dirt. Few areas had a cobbled ground, mostly only around the transport gate. Several warrior NPCs wandered the town, casting suspicious looks at all the adventurers. The docks themselves were massive and a number of large vessels were docked there. Looking past them, the silhouette of an island could be seen further up the delta.That was where the Shaman’s hut was located according to the man. A brief search would reveal a small dingy tied at the far end and a sleepy fisherman dozing in it. Reaching him would unlock a prompt. [center][pre]Travel to the Shaman’s hut for 3 copper?[/pre][/center] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/7c/25/bc7c25bdbaba4ac9e4e98140ed2a6450.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjY0Y2QwNC5WR2hsSUVkMWFXeGtJRWhoYkd3LC4wAAAA/trinigan-fg.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=mediumspringgreen]“A pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Tonitrus.”[/color] Aluet beamed, transferring the Renn beneath the desk. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Is there anything else we can help you with?”[/color] Several other adventurers filed their way into the guild hall, laughing and joking with each other as they approached the counter to fill out their Actions and Spells. Despite the losses, most people seemed to be reveling in the fact they were still alive. Grief would come tomorrow but tonight was for the living.