Tyr scoffed in slight disbelief at what he was hearing.
After a short pause, he sighed and turned around, "Fine... thanks for the help."
As he left the bar, everyone still stood frozen in place.
"Did that really just happen?"
"I still can't believe it..."
...
Tyr calmly strolled through the streets with his eyes closed. 'Those thugs... well, I guess they aren't really thugs. They are members of the town's clan... albeit, most likely just some scrubs who joined for infamy and status. Still, their level was around 150 on average. Easily in the Adept Rank.'
He paused, pondering on this for a short while.
'That's quite the upgrade from Ainsveld. Usually, most goons like these wouldn't even be above level 50. That means that as status goes higher, power will also far supersede that of Ainsveld. Or, in other words, I'm weak as crap here. My level is still only 302...'
