The sound of a stomach growling woke Nate from his sleep. Leaning up with a wince from the aches he felt from sleeping on the floor, he glanced around only to see that he was alone in the basement of the adventure guild. The afternoon light filtered weakly through the small, grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered space.
When the grumbling sound reappeared, Nate realized that the noise was coming from him. His body protested as he sat up fully, muscles stiff from the hard floor and the cool basement air. Dust motes danced in the slim beams of sunlight, and the musty scent of old parchments and leather equipment filled his nostrils.
Just as he was about to get up to hopefully find some good food to eat, a system prompt appeared before his eyes, the familiar blue glow illuminating his face in the dim room:
[You have received a minor blessing from the Embodiment of Space]
[Blessing: Embodiment of Space (minor)]
