Chapter 67: At the Gates

Maybe this was the world’s way of finally saying, ’Hey, we’ve rawdogged this guy enough. Let’s give him a break.’

The two quests I’d grabbed from the Guild went like a breeze. It was a classic petty rivalry: two alchemists whose shops were side-by-side were basically at war. They both needed specific ingredients to one-up each other, and they’d both posted their requests at the exact moment I’d walked into the building. Ho-fucking-ray.

"There," I said, thumping a heavy sack onto the wooden counter. "One Elderhag root and one Damgum."

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