It All Started With Lightning

Doravoli's Beers

"Are you sure this is the place, Doravoli?" William shouted in an angry tone. They had been searching an area Doravoli had pointed out almost since morning.

"Of course it is! Look, this rock is still intact! My house was next to it." Even though Doravoli was shouting, he couldn't help but grunt. "Where did that damn house go?"

They were three days away from Grenscar. They were in the small town of Greyscar. This town, with a population of no more than three thousand, was a blacksmith's paradise, as it was surrounded by very rich metal mines. Although these mines were not located in large mountains, they could be reached with a little digging. The area around the town was full of adventurers who wanted to find some metals for themselves. Occasionally, even second-rank mages would come and mine individually. So the town of Greyscar, with its inns and blacksmiths, was doing well.

Although the population did not exceed three thousand, in certain months of the year it could easily exceed t