For a brief moment, it seemed like the world was spinning, everything moving in slow motion. A wave of nausea hit me as we made our way a quarter of the distance to the elven village. By the second warp, I lost my lunch, and by the third, I was out cold. When I finally came to, I found myself in my tent, surrounded by four empty mana potion bottles next to my expandable cot. The interior was dim, but I could see the flickering light of a bonfire outside. The crackling wood was comforting until I caught the sound of unfamiliar voices murmuring softly, and the shadows of several men loomed ominously in the darkness.
"This was a great find, Boss. They have all sorts of different kinds of humanoids here. They even have dryads and lizardmen. Those can be tricky to find normally. Maybe they're slavers?"
