Timber City was unlike its name. It was made of sturdy stone. A young man and his wolf were currently entering it, eyes wide open. This place was a grade higher than Sprigfield.
The guards looked positively menacing. If the militia NPC had mostly been around level 20 ish, the ones here were about level 40 and had shiny-looking equipment.
The place was hectic, there were tons of NPC moving about, and an industrial district / commercial district could be seen in the distance.
Sprigfield —> Resource Outpost
Timber City —> A production City
"Woo?!" (What's that?!)
Their bodies started glowing with gray light. This was an automatic spell that would approximate their karma. But, it mostly based its evaluation on the last days.
Luckily for him, stealing from bandits wouldn't be considered a sin. As for any other vile deeds, it was simply impossible. After all, he hadn't met any other soul for ages.
There can be no soul purer than one that just wants to explore the world, eat meat and receive headpats. There is a certain poetic sense in being acknowledged by Moon Moon as a good master.
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