Ment
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Fighter, cleric, mage, and rogue.
Tsukiko would describe the last few days as stressful. Although she continued to train, pay her respects to Muneshige, and removed everything from the bed except the bare boards (enough lounging around!), overall, she felt like she was going crazy from idleness, from the inability to work, from the inability to talk to her comrades (and making new acquaintances somehow doesn't appeal to her...). And has she been taking alcoholic drinks at the bar too often lately?
By the way, about the bar. Does it seem to her, or are the faces there repeating frequently? For example, that elf... Oh yes, he's the bartender. But what about the tanarri? What is that strange warrior in rock-like armor, who was so engrossed in playing the lottery machine the other day? All of this was suspicious, and a kind of paranoia was developing. In Tsukiko's room, she started putting her katana under her head when she fell asleep, instead of next to the bed.
But now she could slowly relax. If the Phoenix Clan hadn't attacked her yet, it meant that she wasn't that important to them. In any case, it was time to think about real and future dangers, not past ones.