There was an earthquake that signaled its creation with a burst of smoke and flames in the distance, making the air tense with uncertainty.Did you see that?" whispered one of the adventurers standing next to Caster, pulling the sleeve of his robe and trying to focus on the horizon. "That looked… big."“Seems like that” said Caster Seriously feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins. He realised that he was not the only man possessing such thoughts envisioning what kind of situation might be expected of them in Lowfield.‘The lowfield that they had come to make some fame in, as salesmen and other professionals, looked relatively rawer than they had seen it.’ Structures appeared to sag and the pavements crumbled in the lack of efforts, coupled by the dust accrued at each spot. All the adventurers looked the same: they looked at each other and, moving forward in lockstep, approached the gates. There were two soldiers on the patrol, but they both seemed terribly bored and out of plac

So, after counting all the possibilities, Caster decided to join the line led by the sun elf not because he wished to flirt , to talk to her but because he thought he would be the one to cross the rules if he wanted to. Because of renovation, loud noises and crowding, he had to spend 45 minutes in the store before he could get to the front though his muscles were aching and his spirit remained firm."Good afternoon! The Lowfield Adventurer’s Guild – glad to see you! How can I assist you today?" The elf smiled at Caster warmly and though the man looked weary, his eyes had the brilliance of a man who wakes up every morning happy to go to work.Caster made sure he maintained a very non-threatening tone of voice. There’s also a small joker tailored to adventurers: “I’d like to have an adventurer’s card made”. Oh, my old one I have misplaced it somewhere along the process.”I was deep into my storytelling, getting fully involved in the rules I had just established in this fantastical wor

Caster felt a stirring in his loins like a great beast that stirred just moments before springing forth as he edged closer to the guild counter. For once the direction to follow was well defined and this social media has never been the same again since then. There was no stringent regulation with regards to the kind of person that could become an adventurer in the guild. Alright, they might give you a second glance if you were an ex-con, but other than that, only posted getaway car drivers and folks with outstanding warrants were similarly turned away. Caster took a steadying breath, confident he wouldn’t be turned away this time.“Mr. Wayland, is it?” Caster looked up. An elven man stood at the counter, flipping through the forms he’d just filled out. He raised an eyebrow, glancing over each line carefully, as if committing every detail to memory. Caster had kept his answers simple; his real classes were hidden just enough to avoid trouble. “Mana Scribe” looked less suspicious than

Caster still preferred to go with the other option—buying it fully for himself. He had already thought about a couple of things he wanted to install in his new workshop. “Freedom of choice,” he muttered to himself, “without a nosy landlord telling me what I can and can't do.”He was in good spirits. For now, houses in this world didn’t cost as much as in his old one. “With the number of coins I have, I should be able to get a sizable home and even allow for some renovations,” he mused, a smile creeping onto his face.As usual, he took his time. The town was new to him, as were the people living in it. He glanced to the left of the street as he walked past some shops. Carriages moved back and forth slowly, their wheels creaking under the weight of goods, while the people hurried along, clearly busy with their work.“Look at them,” he thought, observing several men carrying heavy wooden logs and various building materials. Scaffolds were being set up in front of old buildings undergoin

“Here, I’d like to purchase some land. I’d like to see what you have available…” Caster said, placing the completed form on the table.He sat down opposite the small man, who peered over the form with keen interest. The man adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the document. “Mr. Wayland, is it? I think you’ll need to find out what we have in stock. Ah, okay," came the soft voice from the other side of the line, ‘Well, I’ll wait for a moment,’ the man said.The small man slowly rises from his chair almost making it tumble over behind him as he jumps out. On seeing the chair, Caster could only laugh, it appeared as if the chair was specially made for a much bigger person. It was a high chair, that chair you would normally find for a children when he/she is at the dining table.“Pardon me for one moment,” the halfling businessman stated in a businesslike, but escalated manner. He hurried off to a neighboring room and after half a minute re-emerged most unwillingly and