Walking down the street, he saw the dragon statue that they were talking about. It was massive, but still down-scaled from the size of a real dragon according to some books he read. Spanning from round 8 meters tall and 10 meters wide, it was looking up at something with its jaws wide open. The detail on it was rather impressive. Each scale had a small texture on it, and it even had a few scars scattered on the statue.
Glancing at the buildings that were closest to the statue, he spotted one with a plaque. On the plaque was carved a wolf howling in front of a cave entrance. Making his way into the inn, upon opening he ran into someone. They looked like they were about to say something to him, but gave up and walked past him. Luciel surely thought they were gonna hit him or something, but hes not complaining.
Walking over to the the innkeeper, he noticed that part of the area was a tavern with a few people sitting there. "Hey sweetheart, you look a bit young to be here alone." A Stout woman with short black hair said to him behind the front desk. Luciel took her no mind and went straight to the chase, "I'd like to buy a room for three days." He spoke so monotone that even he surprised himself . To him he sounded like a completely different person, but then again the same happened to his emotions.
"That would be 3 gold coins, plus breakfast lunch and dinner." Luciel just shrugged and fumbled threw his coin bag to get the correct amount. Placing the coins on the table, he just sat there waiting for the lady to give him his room and key. Once she handed it to him and told him where it was, he wasted no time to go there. After finding the room, he went in and locked the door.
The room wasn't very big, but it was comfy. A small bed, nightstand, chest, and a small desk and chair accompanied with a sheep skin rug was all that was in the room. Setting his bag on the edge of the bed, he laid down and sighed. Taking out his grimoire, he wondered why it looked so fancy. If white was the cursed color, then how come this ones the most fancy?
The grimoire at this time didn't look like it had many pages, so he wasn't expecting much. Opening the book, the first page was an index. The first real page was his level and stats, which were quite average. A few pages after were his skills that he acquired over time. Of course he didn't have any attack or defense skills sense he was just a normal city boy. He had a few passive skills which most of them were average, like cooking and cleaning, but there was one that stood out.
-Reinforced Mind-
When one is fatally injured or in emotional distress, the feeling will be dulled or disappear completely for a short period of time until they are out of danger.
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Now this is interesting, this seems to be the reason why he feels dull. "But what does a "short period of time" mean in the grimoires standards? hopefully not very long." He said to himself. Closing the grimoire, he decided it was time for him to take a nap. Later he would check out the stores to see if he could find camping equipment so he wouldn't spend all his coins just renting out a room in an inn.
It would be more dangerous to be outside the cities borders with all the high leveled monsters, but what was he suppose to do? Spend all his money and live on the streets? No way. He also wanted to join the adventures guild to make more money, but for now he doubted they would accept him. For now he was just a little kid who got his grimoire with no prior experience. They wouldn't throw someone so young out into the field, well at least in Kaldrid. All the monsters were way to powerful for a newbie to fight them, even with a team.
Changing into a pair of comfier clothes, he tucked himself into bed. Being nervous, he took awhile to sleep, but then later slept like a rock. Waking up, he hoped all that happened was a dream. That he would wake up in his bed, in his room, in his house, and wake up to see his parents. Only to find he was still in the small room he rented, with no place to go. Now an orphan, with no home, family, or friends. He could only push away those thoughts and think of the future.
After changing back to his street clothes and checking to see if his hair was still brown, he left the room and went to the tavern to get some food. Upon arrival, there was only a few people. When the inn-keeper saw him, she walked over to him and asked what he wanted. He only responded with whatever good, and how expensive that was going to be. Patting him on the back she replied in a cheerful tone, "Seeing that your so young, I'll give it to you on the house. How about some potato strew with garlic bread and a glass of milk? Does that sound good?"
"Sure," and with that she wrote it down on a small notebook and walked towards where he concluded was the kitchen. Waiting used to feel like an eternity, but lately his head was filled with so many thoughts he didn't even notice when his food was ready until he felt someone pat his shoulder. "hun, your foods ready. Are you ok? You look kind of pale." She looked slightly worried, but Luciel just shrugged it off, "its just that a lot of things happened recently, I'm fine."
Reluctant to leave, she ruffled his hair and gave him one last piece of advice. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me." She then walked away for Luciel to enjoy his food.