The spires of Andrei district still towered high, cramming the sky of the City of Wandering. Lyle noticed that the mage from the Secret Pivot Society guarding the teleportation gate had been replaced; perhaps guarding a district full of deceased souls was indeed a great challenge.
"I was so close, just a little bit more, and I would have earned us our first pot of gold!" Flexibility and Mr. Shiny encouraged each other while lamenting the last-minute pullback of the faceless one.
"To correct you, that was a scam. And besides, if our club's opposition battle fails, all else is moot," Lyle reminded his overexcited companions, to keep their spirits from getting too high.
