Chapter 4

  Rock It Man.

  With the sun rising over the hamlet, Thorin and Vorn made their way to the blacksmith's shop after breakfast. The smell of heated metal and oil filled the air as they stepped inside.

  The smith, a burly man with arms like tree trunks, greeted them with a nod and gestured to their newly improved equipment.

  Improved Spear: The two goblin spears had been reforged into a single, sturdier weapon, its shaft balanced and reinforced, with a superior spearhead.

  Reworked Shield: The goblin shield had been enlarged, reinforced, and covered with toughened boar hide, making it far more durable.

  Thorin tested the balance of his new spear, giving it a few thrusts. The upgrades had cost them some loot, but it was well worth it.

  After finalizing the trade, they sold the remaining excess materials and made any last-minute purchases, ensuring they were fully supplied for the journey ahead.

  With their business concluded, they left the smithy and made their way to the edge of the hamlet, standing at the crossroads.

  "Time to move forward," Thorin said, gripping his spear.

  Vorn nodded, and together they struck out onto the road, leaving the hamlet behind.

  As they walked, the buildings grew smaller behind them, eventually vanishing as they rounded a distant bend in the road.

  They did not look back.

  After Thorin and Vorn have long since left the hamlet, the surrounding forest grows unnaturally still.

  From the treetops, dozens of small figures emerge, their tiny forms scarred, their eyes glinting with the fire of vengeance.

  The Squirrel Council has arrived.

  They scurry to the hamlet’s rooftops and tree branches, sniffing the air and chittering in agitation. Though their quarry is gone, his scent still lingers, marking this place as his last known refuge.

  One particularly grizzled squirrel—a chieftain, with a ragged ear and a missing patch of fur—perches atop the tallest tree, surveying the hamlet below. It clicks its teeth in irritation, then signals to the others. The council convenes, discussing their next move.

  They are not fast overland, their small legs and short strides making pursuit difficult—but vengeance is patient. They will follow the trail, no matter how long it takes.

  The squirrels do not forget.

  And they do not forgive.

  The dirt road stretched before them, winding through rolling hills and patches of woodland. The hamlet was long behind them, and in its place lay the unknown—opportunity, danger, and the potential for wealth and power.

  Thorin adjusted the strap of his shield as he walked. “So how far is this town?”

  Vorn, floating beside him, turned his glowing gaze toward the horizon. “I believe it should take about two days' travel at a normal pace.”

  Thorin nodded thoughtfully. “Two days is a long time to just walk. I need more training anyway. What if I run as far as I can until I physically can’t keep going?”

  Vorn regarded him for a moment before giving a slow nod of approval. “Your stamina and constitution would both improve that way. It is a sound plan.”

  Without another word, Thorin broke into a jog, his spear secured to his back, his shield bouncing slightly against his arm. The fresh morning air was crisp, the sun warm but not yet oppressive.

  He kept a steady pace, pushing his body and endurance to the limit.

  As the morning passed, his breathing grew heavier, his muscles burning from the continuous exertion. He kept running, determined to push past his limits. His training in the hamlet had prepared him for this, but this was an entirely different kind of strain.

  By midday, he could go no further. His legs felt like lead, his lungs ached, and his vision wavered from exhaustion. Spotting a lone tree at the side of the road, he stumbled toward it and collapsed into the shade, panting heavily.

  ?? System Notification:

  ?? +2 Constitution

  ?? +3 Stamina

  He grinned between breaths, feeling the soreness in his muscles but also the unmistakable sense of improvement.

  Vorn coiled nearby, watching with interest. “Your ability to adapt is impressive. If you continue like this, you will surpass many warriors simply through sheer conditioning.”

  Thorin wiped the sweat from his brow, smirking. “That’s the plan."

  As he recovered, Thorin leaned against the tree, drinking from his waterskin. “So, about dimensional spaces…”

  Vorn's eyes flickered. “What about them?”

  Thorin exhaled. “I was thinking… what if we could pirate them? Steal from abandoned ones, crack them open, and loot whatever’s inside? There has to be treasure, weapons, and resources just waiting.”

  Vorn was silent for a moment, then hummed in thought. “The idea is… intriguing. But the mechanics of it are unclear. Dimensional spaces are sealed pockets of reality, usually anchored to a specific point, object, or being. Breaking into one is no simple feat.”

  Thorin tapped a finger on his knee. “What if instead of breaking in, we find a way to link one to another? Open a back door into them?”

  Vorn’s gaze sharpened, and Thorin could tell the idea had sparked genuine interest in the wyrm. “Such a technique would be revolutionary… if it’s possible. But if you pirate one space, what stops others from pirating yours?”

  Thorin smirked. “That’s why we get better at it first.”

  Vorn stared at him for a long moment, then let out an amused huff. “You are far more ambitious than I initially thought. I may need to reconsider your potential yet again.”

  "So, two days to the next town," Thorin muttered.

  "Roughly," Vorn confirmed. "Perhaps a bit longer if we’re slowed down. You need more training in endurance anyway."

  Thorin groaned. "I just ran until my legs turned to jelly."

  "Yes, and you gained two Constitution and three Stamina. Imagine how much more you could gain if you pushed even further."

  Thorin leaned against the tree, smirking. "I don't think I have another run like that in me right now. Let’s take a break, then talk business."

  Vorn inclined his head. "Business?"

  "Pirating dimensional spaces," Thorin said, stretching his arms. "You never really explained if you can go into your own DHS."

  Vorn gave him an incredulous look. "One does not simply waltz into DHS," he said, voice laced with dry amusement.

  "It is a fundamental limitation of the spell. I can store things inside, but I cannot enter myself.

  "Right," Thorin mused. "But can a living being survive inside?"

  Vorn hesitated. "I’ve heard of other Wyrms placing living creatures in their DHS, but it consumes additional mana per second. The larger the creature, the more it costs. That means there's a time limit."

  "Then we should test it," Thorin decided.

  Vorn flicked his tail. "You're volunteering?"

  "Not exactly, We’ll do this carefully. You have rope, right?"

  A moment later, a coil of rope dropped from Vorn’s storage.

  Thorin tied one end securely to the tree and wrapped the other around his waist. "Alright, if things get weird, I’ll just pull myself out."

  Mused Vorn: If?

  Taking a deep breath, Thorin stepped forward and cautiously pushed his head into the DHS.

  For a moment, his vision blurred, then he found himself looking at a vast, white emptiness. It wasn’t bright or dark—just an infinite, featureless void. The floor beneath him felt solid, though there was no texture. Around him, everything Vorn had stored was neatly arranged in grids and rows, suspended in the air as if weightless but perfectly still.

  It was oddly peaceful.

  Thorin pulled himself out and turned to Vorn. "It’s... strange. Looks like a flexible bubble in non-space, all white. No distance or horizon, but the tavern from the hamlet would barely fit inside, and theres no line."

  "What?"

  "Oh nothing, forget I said the last part"

  Vorn hummed in thought. "If you were fine in there, that means you could function inside for a short time, provided I could sustain the mana cost."

  Thorin’s mind raced with possibilities. "If I can go in, I can interact with things inside... that could be useful."

  "More importantly," Vorn said, "if the DHS exists in non-space, then all DHS bubbles should exist in the same plane. In theory, they could be linked or even stolen."

  Thorin grinned. "Then let’s steal one."

  They quickly devised a plan. Using Thorin’s newly improved spear, they would imbue it with a sliver of dimensional magic, then tie a rope to it. If DHS bubbles occupied the same space, the spear should be able to make contact with another.

  Vorn hovered over the plan. "In theory, you could ‘fish’ for another DHS by launching the spear out of mine. If it makes contact, you could pull it in."

  "Let's test it."

  Vorn infused the spear with a thin layer of dimensional energy.

  Tying the rope tightly around it, and stepping in he took careful aim and hurled the spear to the left.

  As soon as it left the bubble’s boundary, it impaled another DHS in the distance.

  Thorin grasped the rope and began pulling.

  Thorin yanked too hard.

  The new DHS snapped forward, colliding with Vorn’s. Instead of stopping at the boundary, it fused opening a round doorway then the two bubbles merged instantly, expanding in size.

  For a moment, everything stabilized. Thorin quickly pulled himself out using the rope tied to the tree. As he emerged, he found Vorn sagging in the air, visibly drained.

  Vorn jolted. "That... shouldn’t have happened so easily."

  Thorin frowned. "Why not?"

  "I didn't think we could pull one still tethered to another caster. If it came this easily, it means it's unclaimed—meaning it's fair game."

  "You alright?" Thorin asked.

  Vorn exhaled. "That... took more mana than expected."

  Thorin sat down, wiping his hands on his pants. "But it worked."

  Vorn gave a tired nod. "Yes. And now my DHS is bigger."

  Thorin smirked. "Looks like we’re taking over the DHS."

  As Thorin catches his breath from the exertion of pulling in the new DHS, he glances over at Vorn, who looks visibly fatigued but also oddly satisfied.

  Thorin wipes the sweat from his forehead. "So… what did we get?"

  Vorn, still catching his breath, doesn't respond immediately. After a moment, his eyes gleam with draconic satisfaction as he mentally sorts through the new additions to his hoard. Then, with a pleased rumble, he lists off the items:

  Simple Iron Helmet – Sturdy, decent protection.

  Hoplite-Shaped Iron Helmet – More coverage and reinforcement, +5 defense.

  Leather and Bronze Scale Mail – Flexible but protective, +10 defense.

  Studded Leather Leggings – Good balance of mobility and defense, +5 defense.

  Iron Greaves – Protects the shins from strikes.

  Bronze Vambraces – Arm guards, +3 defense.

  Leather Gauntlets – Light but useful, +2 defense, +1 agility.

  Black Leather Boots – Well-made, offers stamina support, +1 stamina.

  Whetstone – Can be used to maintain weapons.

  Flint & Steel – Fire-starting essentials.

  Bedroll – A bit worn but still useful.

  Cooking Pot – Metal, slightly dented, good for meals.

  Iron Axe – Reliable for chopping or combat.

  Iron Short Sword – A balanced blade, practical for a variety of fights.

  Small Coin Pouch – Contains 12 copper and 8 tin.

  Wooden Box – Sealed, contents unknown.

  Strange Metal Disc – Faint etchings, possibly magical.

  Bone Carving of a Beast – Tribal-looking, possibly decorative or valuable.

  Blue Gemstone – Unknown properties.

  Dimensional Residue Orb – Flickers faintly.

  Tiny Metal Cube – No seams, oddly heavy for its size.

  Ashen Feather – Warm to the touch, likely from a fire-based creature.

  Scrap of Enchanted Cloth – Faint magical glow.

  As soon as Vorn reaches the bone carving, gemstone, and cube, his eyes gleam with a predatory hunger. His head snaps toward Thorin, and he declares without room for argument, "No haggling. These are mine."

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  Thorin raises an eyebrow at the sheer intensity in Vorn’s usually measured tone but simply shrugs. "Wasn't going to argue. You pulled in the space, after all."

  Vorn, satisfied, nods once and quickly tucks his chosen treasures away within the DHS.

  Thorin stretches and eyes the remaining items. "Well, now that we have all this, I should probably gear up properly" He methodically begins equipping the new pieces.

  Hoplite Iron Helmet – He slides it onto his head, feeling the snug fit and solid protection. It slightly limits his peripheral vision but offers excellent head coverage.

  Leather and Bronze Scale Mail – The segmented scales flex as he moves, providing a balance of mobility and protection.

  Studded Leather Leggings – He fastens them securely, feeling the reinforced material against his legs.

  Iron Greaves – He straps them onto his shins, adding an extra layer of defense.

  Bronze Vambraces – He tightens them over his forearms, testing his wrist movement. They provide protection without sacrificing flexibility.

  Leather Gauntlets – These fit comfortably over his hands, adding a slight boost to agility.

  Black Leather Boots – Worn but sturdy, he laces them tightly. The slight boost to stamina will help on the road.

  Finally, he secures the Iron Short Sword in its scabbard and attaches it to his belt, ensuring it’s positioned for a quick draw. Though he still prefers the spear for most fights, having a backup weapon is always wise.

  After adjusting everything, he takes a few experimental movements—squatting, twisting, rolling his shoulders. The weight is heavier than his previous gear, but not unbearable. He’ll need to adjust to it, but the added protection is well worth the trade-off.

  "Feels solid," Thorin mutters, nodding to himself. "I can work with this."

  Vorn watches approvingly. "A warrior should look the part," he rumbles, there are always more hoards to claim."

  After equipping his new gear, Thorin turns his attention to the wooden box they pulled from the pirated Dimensional Hoard Space.

  He kneels beside it, running his fingers along the worn edges before prying open the lid. Inside, neatly folded, is a black hooded cloak made from a surprisingly fine material. He lifts it out, letting the fabric flow between his fingers. It’s lightweight, yet dense—perhaps enchanted.

  Beneath the cloak, two scrolls lie side by side, the parchment old but well-preserved. Each is bound with a simple wax seal, unmarked except for faint arcane etchings along the edges. Thorin picks one up, feeling a strange tingle run through his fingers.

  Finally, at the bottom of the box, a small pouch of gold coins jingles softly as he lifts it. He unties the cord and peers inside—seven gold coins gleam in the light. More wealth than he’s ever held at once.

  He lets out a low whistle. “Not bad.”

  Vorn tilts his head, his gaze locked on the cloak and scrolls. “The scrolls may contain spells or knowledge. Dangerous or valuable.”

  As Thorin unfurls the first scroll, the faint etchings along the parchment shimmer in the daylight. His eyes scan the text, an unfamiliar yet strangely intuitive script unfolding before him. As he concentrates, the letters begin to glow, lifting off the page in tendrils of golden light before spiraling into his hands.

  A sudden pulse of energy rushes through him. The scroll disintegrates into motes of light, vanishing completely.

  A system message appears in his vision:

  Spell learned: Cure Minor Wounds

  (Basic healing magic, restores minor injuries and alleviates pain.)

  Stat Increase:

  MP: 150

  Thorin exhales sharply, flexing his fingers as warmth lingers in his palms. He now had magic. Real, usable magic.

  "Well," he mutters, "that was unexpected."

  Vorn gazes at him, intrigued. “Healing? You are now slightly less fragile.”

  Thorin smirks and grabs the second scroll. "Might as well see what else is in store."

  Repeating the process, he focuses again. This time, the glow is a deep crimson, wrapping around his hands like flickering embers before seeping into his skin. The scroll vanishes in a wisp of heat.

  System Notice:

  Spell learned: Imbue Fire

  (Enchants a weapon or object with magical flames, dealing +5 fire damage per second for 5 seconds.)

  Stat Increase:

  Intelligence: +1

  MP: 200

  Thorin clenches a fist, feeling a faint heat pulsing beneath his skin. He could now heal wounds and set his weapons ablaze.

  Vorn hums in approval. “A warrior with fire and healing? Versatile.

  He fastens the pouch to his belt and slings the black cloak over his shoulders, pulling the hood up. The fabric feels unnaturally cool, as if it adjusts to temperature. Another mystery to unravel later.

  They set off,

  the road, and a hoard of possibilities ahead.

  As the sun rises, Thorin straps on his gear, adjusting the weight of his newly acquired armor. The road ahead stretches toward the large town, and Vorn, perched under the cloak, hums in amusement.

  “You should continue training,” the wyrm advises. “Imbue your rocks with fire and strike distant targets while running. It will improve your accuracy, mana, and endurance. The added weight of your armor will aid your stamina and strength as well.”

  Thorin nods, already feeling the strain of his equipment. “Might as well push it while we travel.”

  They set off at a steady jog. Each time Thorin spots a suitable target—scattered stones on the road, sturdy tree limbs, or distant stumps—he focuses, channeling mana into a rock. It flares with fire as he hurls it, sending sparks flying upon impact.

  The process is exhausting. Maintaining speed, focusing on aim, and managing mana takes its toll. After an hour and a half, he is forced to stop, chest heaving as he leans against a tree. The weight of his armor saps his stamina faster than expected.

  System Notices:

  Throwing: +0.50 (30.75)

  Imbue Fire Skill +0.75 (0.75)

  (MP: 122)

  Strength: +1.00

  Stamina: +2.50

  After Thorin catches his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow, he glances down at another rock in his hand. He rolls it between his fingers before looking toward Vorn under the cloak.

  “You sure this isn’t gonna start fires?” he asks, nodding toward the patches of grass and underbrush where some of his earlier fire-imbued projectiles had landed.

  Vorn snorts softly. “The undergrowth is still damp from last night’s moisture. Even if you hit dry bark, the flames won’t last long enough to catch. Keep training. You need the improvement.”

  Thorin exhales sharply and resumes his run, forcing his body to push through the fatigue. Every few paces, he channels mana into a rock, feeling the heat of the spell flare in his palm, before hurling it toward distant targets—tree stumps, thick branches, and scattered stones.

  Each impact bursts in a flash of magic fire, leaving brief scorch marks but nothing dangerous. The repeated strain burns through his stamina and mana quickly, forcing him to find a rhythm between running, aiming, and conserving energy.

  By late afternoon, Thorin’s throwing accuracy has improved noticeably, and the imbuing process feels more natural, though the weight of his armor steadily drains his endurance.

  System Notices:

  Throwing: +0.35 (31.15)

  Imbue Fire: +0.50 (1.25)

  Intelligence: +1 (MP: 250)

  Strength: +0.50

  Stamina: +1.50

  They find a clearing by the road, a perfect campsite.

  Setting up a small campfire, Thorin ventures into the brush, using a rock to stun a pheasant before swiftly dispatching it with his short sword. He plucks the feathers, skewers the bird, and roasts it over the flames.

  The meal is simple but satisfying. As the fire crackles, Vorn dozes under the cloak while Thorin launches into his usual exercise routine—push-ups, sprints, and agility drills—until the stars begin to twinkle overhead.

  System Notices:

  Strength: +0.75 (31)

  Dexterity: +1.00 (27.75)

  Agility: +1.00 (28.00)

  Stamina: +0.75 (33.25)

  After several hours, Thorin wakes Vorn, storing his gear before lying down to sleep. The wyrm keeps watch, his keen gaze glinting in the firelight.

  At dawn, Thorin re-equips his armor, shaking off lingering fatigue. He discusses their plan with Vorn before setting off, running and training as before. The fiery impacts of his imbued rocks scare off wildlife and potential threats, clearing their path.

  This time, he refuses to stop. He pushes past exhaustion, muscles burning as the town finally comes into view.

  As he stumbles through the town gates, his stamina crashes completely. His limbs feel like lead, his breath ragged. His legs give out, and he drops onto a wooden bench near a well, utterly spent.

  Vorn chuckles from under the cloak. “Progress comes at a cost. Rest, Thorin. You’ve earned it.”

  As Thorin sits by the well, chest heaving and sweat dripping from his brow, he finally lets himself breathe. The strain of the run, the armor's weight, and the constant spellcasting had pushed his limits, but the results were clear.

  System Notices:

  Throwing: +0.25 (31)

  Imbue Fire: +0.50 (1.25)

  Intelligence: +0.10 (MP: 260)

  Strength: +0.50 (31)

  Stamina: +0.75 (33.25)

  Thorin swipes away the messages, then glances around. The town was larger than the hamlet, with stone and timber buildings, bustling merchants and townsfolk, and armed guards patrolling. He had barely taken it all in before his legs gave out, forcing him onto the well’s stone ledge.

  He let out a slow exhale, feeling the exhaustion settle into his muscles. He was completely burned out, but the skill and stat gains were worth it.

  As he sat there, watching the people around him, a thought struck him. He hadn't used Appraise in a while. It was one of his first skills, but since he could usually judge things on his own, he rarely relied on it.

  Still, no harm in using it now.

  He glanced at a passing merchant, focusing just enough for the skill to activate.

  [Merchant – Level ???]

  A stout man with sharp eyes and a heavy coin pouch. His wares seem fairly priced.

  Huh. That was useful. He’d forgotten how much quick information it could provide.

  He began appraising everything nearby, pushing through his exhaustion:

  [Street Guard – Level ???] – Moderately trained, equipment well-maintained.

  [Horse – Level 4] – Healthy but looks tired from travel.

  [Blacksmith’s Sign] – Iron-wrought, slightly rusted at the edges.

  [Fruit Vendor’s Apples] – Fresh, slightly overpriced.

  As he continued, another system notification popped up.

  System Notice:

  Appraisal +0.40 (2.50)

  Thorin snorted. He hadn’t used the skill in so long, and now it was gaining levels just from casual observation.

  "Guess I should use this more often," he muttered, rolling his shoulders before finally standing up. His legs still ached, but at least he could move again.

  Vorn shifted slightly under the cloak, sensing Thorin’s readiness.

  “Finally caught your breath?” the Wyrm muttered.

  Thorin stretched before adjusting his belt. “Yeah. Let’s find an bathouse.”

  As Thorin stood up, he decided to push Appraise a little further. If it worked on objects, people, and animals, why not the entire town itself?

  He focused on his surroundings, letting the skill expand beyond individual targets.

  [Town Appraisal]

  [Oakhollow– Population: Approx. 3,500]

  Primary Trade: Blacksmithing, Agriculture, Mercantile

  Defenses: Town Guard (Moderate), Wooden Palisade (Well-Maintained), Watch Towers (4)

  Notable Locations:

  Grand Market Square – The busiest part of town, filled with merchants and street vendors.

  The Iron Chain Smithy – A reputable blacksmith shop known for durable weaponry and armor.

  The Gilded Tankard Inn – Popular lodging, decent food, clean beds, slightly expensive.

  Town Hall – Administrative center, where taxes, laws, and disputes are handled.

  Temple of the Twin Suns – A place of worship for travelers and locals alike.

  Thorin’s vision blurred for a moment as the sheer amount of information flooded in.

  System Notice:

  Appraisal: +1.00 (3.50)

  His eyes widened slightly as the skill jump registered. That was… a lot.

  "That worked way better than I expected," he muttered, shaking his head.

  Vorn peeked out from under the cloak, sensing the change in Thorin’s posture.

  “What now?” the Wyrm asked lazily.

  Thorin cracked his neck, already feeling the benefit of his enhanced Appraisal. “Now? We find a bathouse, an Inn and get some real food.”

  Vorn huffed in approval. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never stop training.”

  With Vorn concealed beneath his cloak, Thorin pushed himself up from the well’s edge and strode deeper into Oakhollow, the lingering ache in his legs a constant reminder of his hard push to reach the town.

  The streets were a mix of cobblestone sizes, worn smooth by the passage of countless feet and cartwheels. Wooden buildings with thatched or shingled roofs lined the roads, some boasting signs with painted symbols—anvil for a smithy, tankard for a tavern, and a steaming basin for a bathhouse.

  "Bathhouse first," Thorin murmured, adjusting his cloak to make sure Vorn remained hidden.

  "Agreed," Vorn's voice slithered through the fabric. "You smell like road dust, sweat, and sweaty burnt bacon."

  Thorin rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of his new armor. The iron and leather sat heavier than his old gear, but the added protection was worth it.

  Finding the bathhouse was easy enough—steam curled lazily from vents along the side of the building, carrying the scent of heated water and herbal soap. A wooden sign overhead read "The Soothing Spring."

  Thorin stepped inside, scanning the entrance. The interior was warm, lit by lanterns and the glow of hot baths beyond the entryway. A middle-aged woman behind the counter looked up, eyeing his dust-covered form with mild amusement.

  "Five copper for a private soak, three for shared," she said.

  Thorin pulled the small coin pouch from his belt, fishing out the copper. “Private.”

  The woman accepted the coins and gestured toward a side hallway. "Third door on the left. Towels and soap inside."

  As he entered the private chamber, he shut the door and immediately pulled off his cloak, giving Vorn some space. The wyrm stretched slightly, his scales shimmering faintly in the dim light.

  "Good. Now scrub yourself thoroughly. No point in coming all this way just to remain filthy," Vorn instructed.

  Thorin sighed but complied, stripping out of his armor and gear before sinking into the hot water. The heat worked wonders, easing the tension in his muscles. He could almost fall asleep right there.

  [System Notice:] Skills Walking, and Evade are subcatagory of Mobility.

  Combining sub skills into Advanced Mobility (35) Able to sense incoming attacks and dodge, Allows for all faster movements.

  Skills Appraise, Tracking, and Vigilance are subcatagories of Inspect.

  Combining Sub skills into Inspect (6.50) Advanced Inspect at (35).

  "Um, several of my skills combined into two skills, is that normal"

  "It happens, it usually works better"

  "and when it doesnt?"

  "try not to think about that, like ever.. its not pretty"

  After a thorough scrubbing, he climbed out, dried off, and redressed in his freshened gear. With Vorn once again tucked beneath the cloak, they left the bathhouse and stepped back into the cool evening air.

  "Next stop?" Vorn inquired.

  Thorin adjusted his belt and smirked. "An inn. Then food, then sleep."

  Together, they moved into the heart of Oakhollow in search of a place to rest.

  Thorin Blackwood - Updated Status

  Race: Human

  Level: 6 (450 XP to next level)

  HP: 462

  Mana: 260 / 260

  Attributes:

  Strength: 31

  Dexterity: 28.50

  Agility: 28.00

  Stamina: 33.25

  Constitution: 9.25 462 HP

  Intelligence: 5

  Skills & Abilities:

  Spear: 5

  Advanced Mobility (35)

  Inspect (6.50)

  Armor Piercing: 1

  Throwing Skill: 31

  Spells:

  Cure Minor Wounds: 2

  Imbue Fire: 2.75

  Equipment:

  Weapons:

  Iron Short Sword

  Throwing Rocks

  Armor:

  Hoplite Iron Helmet (+5 Defense)

  Leather & Bronze Scale Mail (+10 Defense)

  Studded Leather Leggings (+5 Defense)

  Iron Greaves

  Bronze Vambraces (+3 Defense)

  Leather Gauntlets (+2 Defense, +1 Agility)

  Black Leather Boots (+1 Stamina)

  Miscellaneous:

  Black Hooded Cloak (Currently concealing Vorn)

  Whetstone, Flint & Steel, Bedroll, Cooking Pot

  Small Coin Pouch: 12 Copper, 8 Tin

  Wooden Box with Ashen Feather, Enchanted Cloth, Dimensional Orb

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