OUT OF RANK

1.3

I spun an unappetizing toasted lump in my hand, after which it flew into the inventory.

The idea of a better idea than selling it at auction did not occur to me. Seriously, it's useless to me because I die more often than a sparrow's heart pounds. Except to postpone the baked trebucha until better times and use it to pump the skill. Though... Abyss, stupid! It was a sleepless night, nothing else. I was still yawning, at the risk of clotting my jaw, but I decided to endure.

I need to decide on the best route - not the longest, but one so as not to run into tristad patrols. I really wouldn't want to see a weird level 2 noob being talked about.

The map showed that my path lies first through the forest to the east, and then through the Tremitel River in Mrakolesye. And this path will be full of pain and death. My deaths...

The first problems began already a hundred meters from the glade where I cooked food. And even this distance was not easy: a night forest; tall trees, through the crown