Aldrich ran through the street, slipping on loose cobbles in the muggy heat.

Panting, he slowed down, dripping with sweat. He was not built for running. He thought her lost them.

Ding! Your skill "Running" has levelled up. It is now level 3. Should have had fewer pies. Congratulations, you can now run as fast as an average seven year old!

Wheezing, he stumbled on. There was no time for this. It was nice to increase a skill, even with the snark. He could murder for a pie too. A piping hot mystery meat one, steam rising from it and the shortest of crusts. Mmmm.

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"Sir, spare a coin?" A filthy beggar lunged at him, the sticky scent of Mahwar pulp wafting from him.

Identify: Drug crazed beggar, moderate threat. A pitiful wretch addicted following injuries sustained in the legions.

Glancing around, Aldrich saw the street was empty following the riots. Digging into his purse he flipped him a small copper coin.

As the beggar scrambled after the coin "Sorry bub", Aldrich drew in his mana and flicked his wrist at the tramp, muttering all the while. A bolt of force leapt from his hand, hitting the man in the small of his back and jumping out through his gut.

Ding. Congratulations. You have killed a level 4 "Lookout". You have gained Exp!

"Lookout?" ...