This was not how Valdan had expected to spend his morning.
He turned to let a squire walk past him, at least he thought the man was a squire. He looked like a squire. If not by class, then by title.
They just tended to have some level of pompous subservience to the way they carried themselves. It was like they were fake knights that couldn’t forget that they were not knights.
Valdan was approaching the door that led out of the mansion when Nella came running down the stairs.
He turned to her, standing at the door.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Yes.” She looked slightly annoyed.
Valdan didn’t like that.
“Alright, then. What have we learnt?”
Nella looked like she was doing her best not to pout as she approached him. “They left early in the morning. Maybe around two or three.”
That didn’t surprise Valdan. Whenever you wanted to leave a place with the least amount of eyes knowing you’ve left, you did so in the middle of the night.
“I was able to get my hands on the guards that were on knight duty and that’s what I found out,” she continued. “Apparently, Lord Lacheart was dressed fashionably enough with a sword at his waist.”
“And the princess?” Valdan asked.
“She was dressed for an adventure with her cleaver.” Nella frowned. “Who goes adventuring in the middle of the night? And from what I got, it sounded like they’d planned it.”
Valdan doubted it. Aiden wasn’t one to plan things with people. He liked to do things on his own.
If the princess was with him, then it meant she had somehow cornered him and joined him on his adventure.
Again, Valdan wondered why Aiden had not taken him along.
“I’ve been pulling my hair out trying to figure out where they could’ve gone,” Nella groaned in frustration. “But I’ve got nothing. Did Lord Lacheart say anything?”
Valdan’s gaze went to Nella’s hair. It was perfectly braided, not a strand out of place.
She met his eyes, noticed where their attention was, and cleared her throat. “Figuratively speaking.”
Valdan nodded. It wasn’t like he hadn’t figured that out.
“So…” Nella pressed. “Any ideas?”
Valdan wasn’t sure how Aiden would react to what he was about to do, but this situation wasn’t a normal one. If only Aiden was missing, he would’ve kept his silence and made his way for him.
But the princess was missing as well. While he had all the authority to deny Nella any information he had, it would still remain suspect.
“I have an idea,” he said, slightly unsure.
Nella nodded in relief. “Good, good. It’s just an idea but it’s better than what I’ve got. Nothing. I’ve got nothing. Just give me a moment and I’ll round up a few guards.”
She turned to go but Valdan stopped her.
“No guards,” he said.
Nella paused and looked back at him. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
“Because guards aren’t what we need where we’re going.”
“But we need the numbers. We need people to spread out, gather information. Your idea would be a starting point we can branch out from.”
Valdan shook his head slowly. “No guards. You don’t want rumors spreading that the princess came to the Naranoff manor just to sneak out and get lost, do you? Soldiers talk.”
Nella paused and Valdan knew she was considering it. There were nobles whose response would be somewhere along the lines of insisting that their soldiers would do no such thing. Not because they were disciplined but because they would tell them not to and no soldier would dare be disobedient.
Nella didn’t strike Valdan as such a noble. A noble who would reject the assistance of knights and soldiers to go off adventuring with adventurers scarcely struck him as stupid.
Nella was still thinking.
“Is your idea of where they are not good?” she asked after a while. “Will it get her in trouble?”
Not slightly concerned about Aiden, he thought, not that he blamed her.
Still, Valdan shook his head. “Nothing of the kind. It would just be best if the princess was not the subject of gossip.”
Nella nodded. “Do you think the both of us will be enough?”
Valdan placed a gentle hand on the pommel of his sword at his waist. “Get your bow and falchions and we will suffice. I think.”
“What of other adventurers?” Nella asked. “I trust the ones in my party.”
That was a nice thing to say, but while Nella trusted the adventurers in her party, Valdan did not.
Regardless of his level of trust in strangers, he couldn’t not allow her do something she would be comfortable with.
“How do you intend on contacting them?” he asked. “If we don’t have to go pick them up, then contact only the one you trust the most. The less people the better.”
Nella nodded. The action was reluctant but it was certain.
That was good. Now Valdan had to go scold Aiden for not talking the princess out of following him. As for the person he was now a hundred percent certain was spying on him, he would deal with her when all this was sorted.
…
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Nella snapped.
Valdan ignored her tone as they rode their jepats down the road at an unreasonable speed. Valdan had mastered the jepat riding skill all the way to perfect mastery, so his speed of riding didn’t matter. Unless someone was actively trying to get in his way, he could navigate a town while riding a jepat at its max speed.
Nella’s annoyance was justified. And while it did not justify how she had just spoken to someone with a station that existed above hers, he was willing to forgive it.
“Why the hell would they go to the cave?!” she continued as they turned a corner that would lead them to the outskirts of the Naranoff territory.
“Because Lord Lacheart took interest in it after hearing about it from you,” he lied.
“Then why did the young lord come to my father’s territory?” Nella asked, still doing a poor job of containing her annoyance. “Who even is he?”
“A bastard son of some noble.”
“Miss me with that bullshit. My father and I already know that little information is completely false.”
Valdan grit his teeth, reminded himself that she had a reason to be angry.
“Understand this, child,” he said, intentionally disrespectful. “You speak to your superior. I understand your anger, but you will cease your continued disrespect or I will leave you tied up in some safe place and deal with this on my own.”
Nella opened her mouth, ready to say a few things quickly and without control. It took only a brief moment but Valdan’s honesty in his words must have reflected on his face because she closed her mouth almost immediately.
Either she realized that his words were not a threat and he had the power to carry them out or it was something else. Valdan didn’t mind which one it was.
Once upon a time he would have been able to ignore any level of insult and disrespect dished to him.
Not anymore.
Sometimes he wondered if it was growth or simply change. Growth was change in a positive light, while change could be positive or negative.
Since becoming a knight of the crown, there had been far less he’d been willing to tolerate. He tolerated more than his peers, but he tolerated less than he used to.
Power and authority change a man.
It wasn’t until they were properly in the outskirts and Nella had led them off the road and into a sea of trees that she spoke again.
“What’s her relationship with him?” she asked, her voice solemn.
They were no longer pushing the jepats as fast as was reasonable and had now slowed them into a simple trot as they navigated their way around the trees, so her voice carried well enough.
“Who?” Valdan asked.
“The princess,” she answered. “I saw the way they spoke to each other during that dinner with my father, they seemed familiar with each other. At least he seemed familiar with her. What is their relationship?”
Valdan wondered if Nella would believe that the princess was the one that had been initiating conversations with Aiden for a while now.
He doubted it.
“Would you believe me if I told you that ever since I learned of Lord Lacheart’s existence, he has never met the princess,” he said. “He has seen her, but hasn’t had a meeting with her.”
“You’re telling me that level of familiarity comes from traveling together on a single trip?” Nella eased her jepat in a different direction and patted its long neck affectionately.
Valdan followed. “I don’t know if you would call it a trip. We met at the teleportation center from the royal capital to the one here, then rode to your estate.”
“You’re right. It’s not even a trip.” Nella’s grip on her reins tightened. “So how are they so close?”
Valdan wasn’t sure if it was worry or jealousy he was hearing in her voice. What he did know, however, was that it really wasn’t his business. As long as Nella did not try to cause Aiden harm in her displeasure, everything would be fine.
And if she does? He asked himself.
Silence was the answer that met him.
If there was a scale of importance, he would place a potential savior of the world over the daughter of a noble. But that didn’t make it right.
And while he agreed with the concept of human importance not being equal, he couldn’t say his real dilemma was simply because Aiden was of the importance given to him. The main reason was because he knew Aiden.
He had spent time with the boy, watched him grow, had been a part of that growth. Aiden showed it very rarely, and Valdan would not be caught saying it anytime soon, but he was of the opinion that they had become friends at some point between him almost killing Aiden with an aura strike and Aiden and the princess making fun of him in the carriage on their way here.
Valdan had known it from the moment they had come out of the teleportation to the Naranoff territory and he’d turned to Aiden to find him dying.
If he stood in Nella’s way, it wouldn’t just be because Aiden was potentially important to Nastild.
Nella led them until they got to a point were the ground beneath them began to go from purely grassy to a mix of grass and rocks.
“I still think it was stupid of him to want to come here,” Nella muttered. “And for Elaswit to come with him? What was she thinking?”
Valdan had no idea.
His mind was more focused on how impressive Aiden’s information reach was. Then again, there was a lot a person could accomplish with enough money. And Valdan knew how much the palace gave each of the summoned savior each day. It was unreasonably exorbitant.
According to what he’d heard, the king only gave them so much because he was atoning for having dragged them from their world which for some reason he continued to believe was peaceful and into a world that could cost them their life.
And everyday they got half the weekly pay of a knight.
Exorbitant.
The few people who knew this much about the financial budget had speculated on how the summoned would use their funds. And while there were a lot of speculations, not all the summoned had ended up using the funds the way people had expected.
Most of the summoned had used their funds for different reasons, some spending on things that weren’t necessary. One of the girls turned out to be especially nice, tipping the maids quite generously any chance she got. In that way, she had garnered a level of respect and love from them and they bent over backwards to serve her.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
But if the king’s plans for them was anything like they suspected, it made no sense that he had given them their funds so early.
With the tasks put before them in the future, the summoned would need far more gold than they could imagine. There would be times when they would have little to no access to the kingdom’s funds. Times when they would find themselves with no other resource but themselves.
If the king gave them these funds when those times arrived, then they would have the resources to make whatever purchases they needed, regardless of the prices.
They would spend their funds before they were released into the world. And that worried Valdan largely.
And while he suspected that Aiden always spent far too much money, he couldn't help the fact that it didn’t worry him. The young lord was clearly keeping secrets but Valdan was almost certain that one of the main expenses that Aiden was incurring was the purchase of information.
There were people who set up a career as information brokers who found information and as long as you had the money to pay, they had the information to give. Obviously, these brokers varied in their reputations and their abilities.
The better they were, the higher their prices.
Valdan’s mind went to the piece of paper Ded had gotten for Aiden as he pulled his jepat to a halt beside Nella’s.
There had been names on the piece of paper, and some of those names had been struck out. Valdan assumed those were people. The question was what kind of people were they and what business did Aiden have with them.
How did he know them?
And the fact that they all had only a single name meant that none of them was of noble blood in any way.
It begged more questions as Valdan dismounted.
How had Aiden even learnt of them? He definitely hadn’t stayed long enough on Nastild to know people. And Valdan already knew the people Aiden had ended up adventuring with on his short goblin adventure with Ded.
What are the chances that they are acquaintances of those adventurers?
“We’ll wait at the entrance here,” Nella said, dismounting from her jepat. “Ventel should be here shortly.”
Valdan recognized the name. Ventel was the adventurer she liked, the one her father had made fun of her with at the dinner.
He wondered if Nella trusted the man because he was trustworthy or if she trusted him because she liked him. After a moment, he came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter as his mind shifted back to the names on Aiden’s list.
Who they were. Why they were struck out. At this point he had concluded that he would have to find a way to speak to the adventurers Aiden had worked with. There was always a possibility that he was simply helping them find people. If that was the case, the Aiden Valdan knew wouldn’t be helping them from the kindness of his heart.
He just couldn’t see Aiden doing it.
They waited impatiently for another half an hour before a tall man arrived on a jepat. He had a nicely packed hair, short enough for a tiny bun at the back. He had grey hair and fair skin, tanned from time under the sun.
His eyes were soft when they landed on Nella. He looked at her like a man that cared, but Valdan also saw that slight touch of sorrow behind them. He knew that look, he had seen it a lot in Melvet’s eyes long ago.
The man in front of him was a man who had dreams but didn’t think he was worthy of reaching out to them.
Valdan had seen great men lose so much for it, for thinking they were not worthy. He had thought Aiden had somehow fallen into that category. That was why he had made sure to inform the boy that anybody could be a knight, that anybody was deserving.
After all, if the Demon King rose and they succeeded in ridding the world of him, what would the summoned do if they could not return home. They each needed a livelihood of some kind. And while they could be adventurers or mercenaries, being a knight would always be a better career path.
But after a brief exchange with Aiden, he’d realized that even though Aiden did not think he was worthy of becoming a knight, it wasn’t because he thought himself less than a knight. It was simply because he did not want to be a knight.
And that was something Valdan could not fault.
When their companion brought his jepat to a stop, his eyes landed on Valdan. His brows furrowed slightly in discomfort, then a frown touched his lips as he took Valdan in.
Gauging if I’m competition, Valdan thought, doing his best not to laugh at the absurdity.
Then the adventurer’s eyes settled on his sword and his eyes turned downcast.
He definitely needs more confidence if he’s going to be hanging around nobles, Valdan thought.
Today he was wearing casual clothes. And while they were made of quality materials, they made him look like any simple adventurer out on a stroll. With his hair held back in a simple knot, keeping stray strands from his face, the only thing that truly identified Valdan as being of any repute was his sword.
It was a crafted work of art that no one could mistake for belonging to a simple adventurer or some aspiring commoner.
Ventel got down from his jepat and walked up to them. Valdan got up from the large stone he was sitting on and dusted his pants. Beside him, Nella got to her feet as well. She noticed the look on Ventel’s face and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, hurrying to him.
Valdan shook his head. There was no way Ventel did not know that she liked him. Not knowing would make him a special kind of fool.
Ventel caught Nella by the shoulders, fixing her in place. He gave her a warm smile, assuring, and said, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just wondering why the others aren’t coming.”
Nella gave him a sheepish smile. “It’s a bit of a delicate situation.”
“Delicate, huh.” Ventel looked at Valdan and gestured at him with a nod. “And him? Is he a delicate part of this?”
Nella looked back at Valdan and Valdan saw a flurry of uncertain emotions go through her face.
The poor girl was overcomplicating things.
Choosing to save her from her dilemma—whatever it was—so that they could move forward with finding the princess, he stepped forward.
Ventel released Nella’s shoulder and stepped around her so that he could approach him.
When they met, Ventel was the first to offer his hand.
“Ventel,” he greeted. “I occasionally go adventuring with the Lady of Naranoff.”
Valdan took Ventel’s hand in his and shook it once. “You may call me Dan.”
Ventel’s eyes moved momentarily to Valdan’s sword before coming back to Valdan’s eyes. He was clearly waiting for Valdan to add his family name. There was scarcely a noble who introduced themselves without adding their family name.
“It’s good to meet you,” Valdan said, moving the conversation along. “And the only reason I am with the Lady today is because there seems to be an issue, and my skills have been employed for reasons as well as my ability to keep my mouth shut.”
Ventel’s worried expression fell away almost immediately. Valdan almost laughed. Surprisingly, it was a breath of fresh air to be caught up in the middle of all this youthful love. Melvet would have so much fun listening to this story.
Valdan released Ventel’s hand as Nella came to stand beside them. Ventel turned his head to look at her.
“His ability to keep his mouth shut?” he asked. “And what is the other reason?”
Nella shrugged. “He has the detect skill.”
“Drunid has the detect skill.”
“And he’s over level 40.”
That silenced Ventel for a moment and Valdan watched the man’s demeanor change. It wasn’t fear but respect. The kind a person had for a superior.
“Oh,” Ventel muttered.
Valdan said nothing to that, instead, he turned to Nella and asked, “Will you brief him or should I?”
Ventel looked between the both of them in slight confusion. “Brief me?”
Nella said nothing. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
Ventel’s confusion only seemed to grow.
“What’s going on, Nella?”
…
Nella briefed Ventel on the situation as they ventured into the cave. Their walk was slow, as if they were not in a hurry. Valdan couldn’t help but notice how Nella and Ventel’s steps were in perfect sync.
Whether she was matching the adventurer’s steps or the adventurer was matching hers was something he couldn’t tell. If he didn’t have more important things to worry about, he would’ve tried something to help confirm it.
Now you’re being childish, he scolded himself.
A month ago, the thought of trying to find out such a piece of information in such a situation would never have crossed his mind. It begged the question of if the littlest traces of Aiden’s youthful exuberance were getting to him.
Melvet had always said he was a little too serious with life. Sometimes she complained that he only smiled when they were alone.
She’d have a field day if she finds out about Aiden…
The thoughts trailed off in his head when he made a sound that drew Nella and Ventel’s attention. The cave was getting darker now, the rays of light from the entrance finally vanishing behind them. It ensured that there wasn’t much they could see of his facial expression.
Regardless, the words that came out of Nella’s mouth assured him that they didn’t need to see much of anything on this topic.
“Did you just chuckle?” she asked, surprised.
Valdan cleared his throat audibly, pausing again as he wondered what purpose the action was supposed to serve.
In the end, he shook his head and said, “We should hurry.”
He almost hurried ahead of them before remembering that they were the ones who knew the cave and not him.
Forced to keep pace with them, he kept a placid face as Nella continued to update Ventel on their situation.
Note to self, Valdan thought. Keep Melvet away from Lord Lacheart.
…
Well, color me worried.
Aiden stared down at the gargoyle corpse. Or what was left of it. Beside him, Elaswit’s breaths were heavy, each one puffing out hot air.
He looked from her and back to the gargoyle corpse. She’d broken the thing in half. And each part of it was riddled with so many cracks he wondered if it would just crumble to dust if he touched it.
“Well,” he muttered to no one in particular, “let it never be said that there is only one way to kill a gargoyle.”
“Some of us are just built different, I guess.” Elaswit tucked a loose strand of hair out of her eye and behind her ear. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
Aiden almost scoffed. There was definitely more than just a will at work here.
“How many percent increase did this give your skills?” he asked out of genuine curiosity.
Elaswit shrugged. “A few?”
Aiden cocked a brow at her. There were a lot of etiquettes surrounding questions regarding skills and levels and titles. Most of them simply said that it was rude to ask. But this question did not fall under any of them.
This was a simple enough question. Thus, her response meant she really didn’t know.
“I take it you haven’t checked,” he said.
Most people were more than eager to check on things like this. It was not everyday that someone that was not at least twenty levels higher than a gargoyle killed it with brute force.
“I’m not really a fan of checking my percentages,” Elaswit said, after a moment.
Aiden’s eyes darted to one end of the pathway as she spoke.
“I’m the kind of person that just leaves them to grow as they wish,” Elaswit continued. “I find that I work better that way, my growth feels more organic as compared to checking on the percentage every two fights.”
“Every fight,” Aiden muttered to himself, self-deprecating.
In his past life he checked his skills and stats and everything any chance he got. His heart always leapt for joy any time he saw even a fraction of a percentage increase.
Aiden remembered not to blame himself for how eager he had always been to see his numbers go up. Back then, his growth had been extremely slow. He was level 21 right now. It had taken him around three months, maybe four, to get here in his past life. But here he was, just over a month in.
How did I even survive for so long?
“Alright then,” he said to Elaswit. “I know I got a few levels, though. So I guess its not all a bust.”
Elaswit chuckled. “I’d call you a liar if you told me you didn’t get any level.”
Aiden shrugged. He could understand that.
“Well,” he kicked a stray rock, a piece of the broken gargoyle, “we’ve made a lot of noise putting these three down, so I say we best get out of here while we can.”
Elaswit was already nodding as she moved her cleaver behind her, strapping it back in place.
But first…
Aiden pulled up his interface to the notification he had ignored.
[Congratulations Prisoner #234502385739!]
[You have reached level 20]
…
[You have gained stat points]
[You have gained 8 unallocated stat points]
[Your existing stats have gained additional points]
[Dexterity 6 --> 12], [Agility 5 --> 7], [Mana 7 --> 12], [Speed 8 --> 11], [Perception 6 --> 8], [Strength 3 --> 6].
…
[Dexterity 12], [Agility 7], [Mana 12], [Speed 11], [Perception 8], [Strength 6].
…
[You have 8 unallocated stat points]
[Would you like to use unallocated stat points?]
[Y/N]
The way the interfaces on Nastild worked, stats only took effect every ten levels. How it had been explained to him was that his body gathered his growth until he’d accumulated enough mana until he was overflowing with it. Then his body consumed it. In simpler words, it was like compressing mana until you couldn’t compress it anymore, then the body released it to every facet of itself.
It was why skills were gained every ten levels and stat increases took effect every ten levels. The excess mana that was not completely absorbed became unallocated stat points.
Aiden’s current stats didn’t really surprise him. The largest growth had been in dexterity, which was to be expected when he considered the fact that his class skill depended heavily on dexterity to use.
Elaswit turned her attention from side to side.
“Which way?” she asked, after a while.
Aiden had no idea, but he pointed in the direction they’d initially come from. “There was a turn we intentionally ignored back there. I say we check it out.”
“Shouldn’t we be going straight?” she asked. “Since we ran into more monsters, I’d guess we’re going the right way.”
“And any other monster in front of us will be completely aware of us now.” Aiden chose the affirmative on his interface and the allocation options appeared. “The last thing we want is to face monsters that have the time required to prepare for us.”
Elaswit tapped a thoughtful finger against her cheek before nodding. “You’ve got a good point.”
With that, she turned and headed down the path they’d come from.
Aiden followed behind her, allocating his points as he saw fit. As unbalanced as it seemed, he needed all the dexterity he could get. The higher the dexterity, the faster his weaving time.
And the faster I can get the enchantments going.
So he put three points into dexterity.
Strength had basically designated itself as his weakest stat, which came as no surprise. Even before he’d ever come to Nastild, he’d never really been one for strength. It wasn’t that he was some weakling, he was simply average. He could play any basic sport for recreational purposes and that was that.
For now, he allowed strength sit were it was and put two points into mana. His class was mana intensive after all with each weaving costing more mana than using an enchanted item.
One point went into agility, and a single point went into perception. When he was done, his stats came alive in front of him.
[Stats]
[Dexterity 15], [Agility 8], [Mana 14], [Speed 12], [Perception 9], [Strength 6].
Definitely won’t be breaking any boulders with my bare hands anytime soon.
With that settled, he pulled up his [Life] details.
[Life]
[Health 79%], [Mana 40%], [Stamina 21%]
Aiden winced at the figures as he and Elaswit took a turn and onto a new pathway.
The numbers were terrible. Now he had to consciously remind himself to stop fighting like an [Enchanter] with levels in the two hundreds and start fighting like one that hadn’t even scraped the heel of level fifty, if not he was going to get himself killed in a fight.
His interface would alert him to when he was at critical levels in his life stats, still, he needed to keep his attention on it.
In his past life, the battle he just had wouldn’t have shaved up to twenty percent from his mana.
It’s tough being weak.
Reaching into one of the pockets of his soldier belt, he retrieved two vials. Elaswit gave him a look as he drank from them one after the other.
“I see it took a lot out of you,” she said.
Aiden nodded. “Too much.”
Her brows furrowed. “I don’t see one for health.”
“I don’t need it yet, so there’s no need.”
He checked the stats again.
[Life]
[Health 79%], [Stamina 91%], [Mana 83%].
They were not perfect numbers, but they were good numbers.
It was always his policy to use partial recoveries until he absolutely need to use full recovery potions. If he was lucky, his mana and stamina would fill themselves back up by the time they had to kill something again.
“I see,” Elaswit said, though he doubted she saw anything. “But since I have your attention, I have a suggestion to make.”
Aiden nodded, tossing the vials over his shoulders. Elaswit’s eyes followed them until they clattered on the ground without breaking—potion vials didn’t break so easily—and she said nothing on that.
Instead, she pushed forward. “I think we should have a more in-depth conversation about strategies.”
Aiden didn’t think they needed one as in-depth as she was implying, but he did agree that they needed one.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, for any strategy to work,” Elaswit said, a little hesitant, “the parties involved need to know what each other is capable of.”
Aiden raised a brow. “Which means, I have to allow you see my personal details, and you have to allow me see yours?”
Elaswit nodded.
Aiden definitely had an answer to that.
…
[Name - Aiden Lacheart]
[Species- Human]
[Age – 19]
[Class- Weaver Lvl 23]
[Class Skill]
[Enchanted Weave (Mastery 20.56%)], [Walking Canvas (Mastery 11.00%)], [Unarmed Engrave (Mastery 03.00%)], [Locked (Mastery 0.00%)(U)]
[Affiliation]
[Kingdom of Bandiv].
[Title]
[Goblin Slayer], [Defier], [Protector], [Stone Guard].
[Skill]
[Tongue of the Visitor (Mastery 100%)], [Basic Swordsmanship (Mastery 73.43%)], [Unarmed combat (Mastery 53.00%)], [Resilience (Mastery 98.54%)], [Mana manipulation (Mastery 25.09%)], [Basic Enchant (Mastery 45.24%)], [Dagger-wield (Mastery 19.33%)], [Quiet movement (Mastery 89.00%)], [Light steps (Mastery 99.99%)], [Detect (Mastery 14.03%)], [Leap (Mastery 02.01%)].
[Stats]
[Dexterity 15], [Agility 8], [Mana 14], [Speed 12], [Perception 9], [Strength 6].
[Life]
[Health 79%], [Stamina 91%], [Mana 83%].