"Goddamn it, how annoying!"
DragonTalon slammed a big mug of ginger ale against the bar counter. It was 9 o'clock in the morning and a combined raid squad of Twelve and Dominion members already left for the raid. DragonTalon and I sat at the bar at Oakstone Tavern, trying to console ourselves from losing the chance to get the Dark Fairy Gloves.
I was no less distraught, but it was not like we were the only ones who could not get the next end-game equipment.
"Cheer up, " I said while patting DragonTalon's shoulder. "The gloves are not everything."
DragonTalon heaved a sigh that was as heavy as heaven and earth combined.
"What is your plan, Antares?" he asked. "Will you stop leveling before 129 just so that you can get the gloves after the Dimensional Master is defeated?"
Well, that was a very good question indeed.
