Richard rolled his shoulders, letting out a measured sigh as he surveyed the quiet corridor leading to the Mage Guild's training wing. A day had passed since their two Dungeon excursions, a day of frantic levelling, aching muscles, and more than a few close shaves with the creatures lurking in those labyrinthine depths.
Not for me though.
Richard mostly stayed out of his group's way and, whenever required, he struck down a monster with a single, precise blow.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as his thoughts momentarily drifted: seven of his classmates had been dismissed and their presence was wiped clean from the Guild's roll.
Part of him felt uneasy about how swiftly it had all happened—two Dungeons back to back had been brutal for the youths, and some of the dismissed students had only narrowly missed the required level threshold, needing but a single kill to reach it.
Yet, there does not seem to be any mercy or second chances here.
