Into town

[dragonsylph]

"Alright, I've dicked around with my spells enough. I have an okay handle on the interface. Almost all my spells are combat oriented. I need to find a drafting table to scribe stuff.

Which means... now I'm stuck trying to talk to people. Ugh. Well, back into Leonfort proper it is, then..."

Vyndria walks back from the outskirts of town to its main entrance to see how it fares after the half hour of her screwing around with her spells, stalling.

Comments

[dragonsylph]

Vyndria exercises her recent practice to Blink on /top/ of the gate, lying down against the small wooden structure, listening to the conversation as best as her elven ears permit.

[aikonamika]

"...too dangerous, with that mix of levels," one of the women says as Vyndria arrives within earshot.

"Regardless, it should be safer to get the low-level players to the city so that they can be better protected. [Fearless] has plenty of strong fighters and scouts, and we can take out whatever strong enemies come too close before anyone is in danger," the Guardian says, his voice calm and controlled.

"It doesn't change the fact that it would be better to keep them all here where the enemies are more level-appropriate, so that they can gain more XP before making the run," the woman replies, and she's as small and stout as the Guardian is tall. "Marshan, Level 90 Cleric, [Rule of Three]" hovers over her head.