Happy Life
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Silently watching the unaffiliated companions leave, the guard finally speaks:
- Yeah, this is all pretty bad. I just assumed it was some kind of fantastic device, thought we'd find something. But no, - he paused for a few seconds, feeling almost the same stat increase as on the previous level-up, except this time it was explicitly stated as a +2 bonus to spirit, which might have already elevated him from the rank of the least skilled mage on the planet, and also gave him an additional thought. - Couldn't they have been moved there using magic? You pull a hair from your beard, say some magic words, and suddenly you have a full jar of pickles in the collector. What do you think, sir? And you, - he addresses the accompanying semi-corpse with the same question.
- Yeah, this is all pretty bad. I just assumed it was some kind of fantastic device, thought we'd find something. But no, - he paused for a few seconds, feeling almost the same stat increase as on the previous level-up, except this time it was explicitly stated as a +2 bonus to spirit, which might have already elevated him from the rank of the least skilled mage on the planet, and also gave him an additional thought. - Couldn't they have been moved there using magic? You pull a hair from your beard, say some magic words, and suddenly you have a full jar of pickles in the collector. What do you think, sir? And you, - he addresses the accompanying semi-corpse with the same question.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
