Before I leave Weynon Priory, I poke my head into Jauffre’s office, where he’s reading a book.
Sup, Jauff? To simpler times, my friend. To simpler times.
Actually, these are simpler times, and will remain so. With my lunkhead NPC wandering about refusing to get into adventures, there will be no adventure. Jauffre will [...]
It’s ironic that the day after I decide to become an alchemist, I finally bring down my first deer. To be fair, though, the alchemy helped.
I’m out gathering far north of Skingrad, and I spot a deer nearby. I’d just picked up some nightshade, a deadly little flower, and I’d gathered some peony [...]
Before I can become an alchemist, I have something to attend to.
I head back to Colovian Traders, and sell my fancy duds back to Gunder. I let my brief success picking flowers go to my head. I’m not some wealthy fancy-pants merchant. I’m a simple dork with a bag of rapidly dwindling [...]
I awaken at 5am. It’s dark, quiet. The wealthy merchants who strut smugly around the city dressed in red or blue velvet are still fast asleep. This… is the time of the hunter.
And I… am a hunter.
Dressing in my armor, I ready my bow and a quiver of arrows, and depart, slipping through [...]
