"This world just keeps fucking with me!" Gerard shouted.
He walked up to a lone tree on the plains, struggling to survive despite the hard earth surrounding it. Gerard swung his mace and smashed it apart, sending wood splinters through the air like a shotgun. A small creature, standing behind the demolished tree, sprinted for its life.
*I need to calm down... Focus on getting to Kilreath.*
Gerard noted the forest he travelled through during his first trip to Kilreath. Gerard bounced along as Alder trotted towards the forest. Once there, he retraced his steps until he approached a large mound in the ground.
*Mass murder again? I can't help it; I need the experience.*
He silenced the goblin scouts protecting their nest and blocked all exits with spikes of stone. Once escape became impossible, he aimed his hand at an entrance.
*Water shot!*
