Mai'lo grunted, bringing his hands up to ward off a wolf. Two swift punches as he spun to avoid the beast and it burst into a million notes of light. He stopped, head swiveling left and right in search of further targets but there were none to be seen so he straightened from his combative stance and his knuckled hands fell to his sides.
"There's really not much worth fighting out here anymore," he muttered to himself. He started walking back to builds run, the brass knuckles still on his hands ad he opened his menu and started sifting through messages and inventory.
"World Walkers, business as usual... nothing else. I've really got to make some friends." He read through the messages as he walked and his brow rise slowly. "An archer, huh? That could be really helpful." The thought made him wonder about Tailpin, the archer they'd met back on that first day in the game when... He shrugged, settling the still empty scabbard that rested on his back. Death happened, no sense dwelling on it.
"Say's the guy still wearing an empty scabbard after more than two weeks," he said with a derisive snort. "I really should just toss the damn thing and break out Wodin. Really do some damage." But like the hundred other times he'd said nearly the same thing to himself in the past two weeks, he kept the scabbard, and left Wodin in his inventory.
Eventually, the town of Bull's Run came into view in the distance and Mai'lo did his best to push all difficult thoughts from his mind, focusing more on the immediate. Like food and drink. He glanced at his health bar as he entered the town and his feet started carrying him in the direction of the same Inn he'd been living at for the last sixteen days. Full health and he'd grown to level 8. Not bad considering the level of the monsters in the area, but he wasn't going to be increasing his level by much or with any kind of speed by staying in this area. He needed to move on. They needed to move on. Find new territory, new opponents. Something.
Pushing open the Inn door he glanced around the room and immediately spied Delcastle sitting in the far corner, menus open in front of him, as per usual. He flagged down a server and ordered some food and Ale before stomping his way up to the table and sitting down across from the big entrepreneur.
"Afternoon," he said in a low grunt and went to rest his hands on the table in front of him. There was a loud clacking sound and he blinked, glancing down to find that he was still wearing the knuckles that he'd forgotten to remove after he entered town. The towns were safe areas, so weapons weren't needed at the ready like they were outside. He shrugged and pulled the knuckles off, dropping them into his pockets without a thought. "Anything interesting going on?"
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