"What's your name?"
"Luke," the dwarf Ludo replied respectfully in response to Lind's question, his gaze constantly on the child, a smile on his face.
"If life becomes challenging, make sure to report it timely. Every new life is precious on the lord's lands."
"Yes," the dwarf Ludo nodded.
"Have you thought about what you want this child to do when he grows up?"
"He can't always be a clown," a gleam shone in Ludo's eyes.
"Indeed," Lind looked up at the path ahead.
The plague had devastated the city and all undead had once again dropped to level 10. But for them, this wasn't much of a setback. Only the NPCs felt a chill in their bones.
The undead considered it a pastime, yet for the NPCs, it was the nightmare of countless nights.
Dusk had fallen, and groups of Volcano Monster Birds circling overhead fanned the cold winds, connecting towns and territories with their piercing cries.
The flickering orange light of torches illuminated the row of tents in the camp up ahead.
