Ramore Street, Treeheart Burrow Tavern.
Today, there were fewer customers.
Mainly because the ecological warfare had abated for the time being.
The Dark Sun Church's attacks and infiltrations had temporarily ceased.
This afforded many Transcendents the rare opportunity to explore the layers of the Spirit Realm.
Not only were there fewer idle Transcendents in Ramore.
With the gradual repairs of the Spirit Realm Steam Lighthouses elsewhere, the number of idle Transcendents had likewise dwindled.
At the bar, Tuck, holding a large platter of food and drinks, glanced over the tavern.
He happened to see Carlos reading the newspaper not far away.
In scrutiny, Tuck's eyebrows raised.
"He has risen another Level, and his ecology has solidified substantially, with more refined Origin Energy."
"Last time I asked Hilor, I heard she tasked Blanc with taking Carlos under his wing, to train the lad."
"Seems like it has paid off indeed!"
Tuck smiled.
