A frustrated hero

The letters

Shortly after that I got out of there, without the help of the helmet. I had to pay about fifty coins that I had received on the mission for the change in the face. It was worth a try and live an adventurer's life without so much trouble.

I headed to the guild to ask about the old man. Maybe there they knew where his body was, I had to carry the helmet in my hand and see if anyone recognized me, besides I did not want to wear it I felt it was in the way a little, but as I walked I saw a lot of movement of military and soldiers of this city. They talk to the merchants and fruit sellers. Most of them were humans, only a few dwarves were selling accessories. The last time I was here something like this had not happened, despite that I walked to my destination and preferred not to waste time on other things.

The soldiers now wore their metallic armor with a red cloak, which also had their emblem of some swords. They were all imposing order with their weapons.

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I arrived in a few minu