After waking up in his alcove, Astaroth started packing what little he kept here. It was almost nothing, as most of his stuff, he kept inside his inventory.
He then walked out, heading to Violette's alcove. It wasn't far away from his, so he took his time, walking slowly, enjoying the sight of the village slightly below, for the last time.
"Violette? Are you ready?" he called out into the alcove.
"Almost! Give me a minute!" came Violette's reply from inside.
Astaroth didn't press her, turning around to admire what little activity was happening in the village. The forge was still billowing smoke, while the barracks courtyard had people training inside it.
Looking at this brought about a small wave of melancholy. Leaving this place already, and by obligation, saddened him.
He knew he would have to leave soon, since levelling up was becoming harder and harder for him. But he didn't think it would be just yet.
