The first exit

The guard at the exit cast inspect as soon as I appeared. Casting another spell paralyzing me as he removed all of my gear. The guard went through everything. Casting a healing spell on me he began asking me questions. as he looked at a system window infront of him.

“You seem to have different gear then when you entered according to the system,

I can offer a choice on the loot do you want the newbie wand or the alchemic pouch?”

understanding hit me. the pouch I received as loot was meant to hold different alchemic ingreadants with preservation enchantment. As I looked at it again the system window appeared alchemic pouch this is an empty alchemic pouch and is designed to hold 3 different ingredients stacks with a preservation enchantment maintaining their condition from the moment they were placed in the pouch.

“ I'll pick the wand.” I replied

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“As for the glow moss and glow stone you have 15 glowcrystals and 10 glowmoss patches we can pay you 8 copper a piece or you can keep half of the glowmoss and 5 of the glowcrystals.”

“ I'll take the money.”

The guard put the wand and two silver on the table along with the rest of my belongings. I grab my gear and lack of spoils headed twords the town.

My first trip in to the the dungeon was a complete failure I am out of most of my resources and I lost my main ability to summon and I walked away with less then I went in with. I cant do this on my own and I need to restock my supplies. I now have a a ranged skill that can do minor damage but im not good with it yet.

My thoughts on the the walk back to town put me in a bad mood as I walk past the various vendors, and craftsmen that set up shop for the day along the road to the dungeon. Hoping to sell and trade with the adventurers that are going to and coming back from it.

I walk in to the tavern to grab a drink and wash my disappointment away. The place was fillied with the loud noises that usually fills a place crowed with rowdy adventurers. The bard in one of the corners singing his songs, or telling tales. The tavern owner behind the bar yelling at people getting out of order tables full patrons yelling for more drinks. Looking around I only see one seat open at the bar so thats the one I a grab hoping no one else gets there before I do. I sit down and ask to bar keeper for room and drink.