Walking out of the dungeon with all the dark elf cores and their lives, Shaman wanted nothing more than to lie down.
As she was carrying out Elysia, some of the elf guards came over to see if they needed help.
"Do you need to go to the medical ward?" Having been offered to be taken to a hospital, Shaman shook her head as nobody was injured to the point where they needed to go.
The guard nodded back and backed away to let them through as from just looking he could tell no one was seriously injured.
Walking out of the adventurers guild that housed the dungeons, they headed straight back to the inn.
"Do we want to sell the cores now?" Clara however, just remembered they had cores to sell, so she offered to go back to quickly turn in their spoils.
"We will do that when we come back for the second run or whenever we need the money, so for now hold onto them." Shaman knew there was no rush and they would keep some anyway for their evolution.
