Jason sighed as he glanced over his shoulder at Bridgend fading into the background. 'Only eight days left...' Sentinel had given him a gift of a ton of resources for his leaving. They were loaded up on five different carriages that were pulled by domesticated beasts that looked like large goats with six horns. They were meant for him to use for his business, but Jason had other plans.
With his time limit drawing close he intended to create a bunch of items for Syssie's evaluation. The time to play it safe was over, he was already certain that he could not solve their problem with his current knowledge. He would have to take the risk and dump a bunch of PP into new skills. He could only hope that it would be enough.
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