New Quest + QuestWright Chapters 35+36

Quest complete!

This is my dry cleaner, who's a lovely guy. I told him I was performing a Quest to improve the world, and I was starting with him. He took the flower with a smile, and that's more than good enough to make me happy. So far, I have six signups for our new IRL interactions, and I'm having a great time with it.

Here's the newest Reader Quest!

Quest ID: JDM-0001-I-EA

[Tier 1 Investigation Quest]

To those who are about to Quest, we salute you. Investigate the sprawling world of Royal Roads and discover one who’s writing has yet to be noticed. Speak to them with comments, show them that they’re seen, and provide a small note of appreciation.

The world of stories is large, but the smallest note can have a profound effect.

You have one week to complete this noble quest.

Reward for completion: 6 xp

J.D. Mullenary Sr.

The Original QuestWright

Note: Interpretation of Quests is up to the Questor. As long as you fulfill the basic objective, you’re solid.

Chapter 35: Free Day (I)

Cass left Hollis’s office with an extra pep in his step. No, it was more than that. It was like chains had been thrown off his body, and now, he knew anything was possible. Understanding that his family was waiting for him at home, he started up a light jog, the energy in his body undeniable.

I did it. Pathfinder is a go. Running through the Entrance Hall, he said hi to the silent woman who replaced Jim in the evenings, her recalcitrance not taking away the bouncing joy he barely contained. Now that the plan is approved, I’ll need to think about procedure and process. Hollis said I could grab a few Clerks, and I know two who would be perfect.

He smirked to himself.

Perfect for me, but not for Kara. Having my Guild Trainer with me will keep things moving. She’s never been one for holding back…poor Brendan and Chancey.

He quickly left downtown behind, his feet seeming to float across the ground as he approached his parents’ house. It was strange, but in only a month at the Guildhall, it was already starting to replace his childhood home in his heart.

As the thick-roofed building came into view, he slowed to a walk. There was a scent in the open air of roasting tomatoes and baked bread. A sign that his father had cooked up his favorite meal. With a breath, Cass climbed the steps and was about to open the door when he thought better of it. Making a fist, he gently knocked.

The door opened in moments, his father’s trademark smile making its appearance.

“Why are you knocking, weirdo? Get in here!”

Cass entered and found everyone already deep into their glasses. Gary’s slightly drunk mother, a blonde-haired woman with a heavy stack of meat on her bones, gave him far too deep a hug the moment they saw each other. As his blushing friend pulled her away, Cass’s mother gave a toast, and everyone raised their glasses high into the air.

“To my son, Cassio Vale, a QuestWright of the Liora Guildhall, and the best person I know.”

“To Cassio!” His father said with a faded smile.

“All honor to the Vales!” Gary’s mother yelled out, the flushing of her face telling him she’d dipped into her drinks far faster than everyone else.

The dark of the night moved at a pace that was almost visible to the eye. Fighting back the nostalgia of returning to his family home, Cass drank and was merry with the people who’d supported him all his life. But even as the wine warmed his belly and laughter played musically across the room, he couldn’t stop his mind from spinning into business mode.

Standing up, he found an only slightly inebriated Janine still in her dress from before, and approached her with a hesitant expression, “Hey, sis.”

“Hey, loser.” She said, swirling an amber liquid in her glass. “How’s it feel to be done with your Foundational training?”

“Fine? I don’t know.” Cass rubbed the back of his head, “It feels about the same right now, but I’m sure on Monday, that’ll change.”

She looked at her, her medium-length, dark hair framing a grin, “Oh? Why’s that?”

And there’s my opening.

“Because I’ll be taking over the first floor of the Registry, and,” He paused for effect, “I’ll be starting Pathfinder.”

“Well, congratulations on controlling a piece of the Guild, but what’s Pathfinder?” She threw a weird look at him, “Is this like one of those games you and Gary played when you were kids? Coming up with strange Callings that you think will make you sound like a badass?” Her face shifted into a dubious look that he’d come to recognize over the years as severe doubt. “'Cause if that’s what it is, it’s terrible, and you’re too old for games like that.”

“Weenus!” A traveling Gary said, grabbing Cass’s elbow, before running away and proving his sister’s point.

“Damnit,” Cass replied, shaking his fist at the man’s receding back as Janine laughed. “The rules say we can’t be drunk!”

“You’ve barely drank anything, and besides, that’s for making me pay for those sweets!” He yelled back, “She damn near took off my fingers today!”

Mollified, he took a seat, then offered her the one opposite. With a quizzical look, she sat down. “No, it’s not a game. Pathfinder is something I only recently got the Guild Master to approve. It’s a new way forward for the Guild, and while it’s only a pilot, I firmly believe it’ll make Liora stand out as a city of the future. Let me explain.”

Breaking it down for her wasn’t simple. There were a lot of steps to his plan, and Janine had always been a little…thick. Leaving out the hidden benefits he’d told Hollis, Cass explained how it was supposed to work, as well as the importance of the program. As for why he’d left out the potential for titles, the reasoning was simple: there were no guarantees that it would go the way he expected. It was a simple hope. Still, she was an important part of his plans. 

When he finished, she just stared at him. Janine was many things: a great warrior, a terrifying sister, a woman who could hold her liquor, even. But she wasn’t great at analyzing, as she reminded him.

“You know I’m not great at analyzing things,” She replied, tipping back her glass. With a small burp, she continued, “That’s why Carter’s the team leader.”

“I know,” Cass said with a smile and a nod, “But I’m hoping you can talk the rest of your team into taking a few Pathfinder Quests. It’s not glamorous and you’re not going to feel like a warrior when you do them, but you just might be surprised by what happens.”

She set her drink down on a table beside her, “There are lots of teams out there, Cassio. Why does ours matter?”

“You mean aside from you being a GoldenCrown?” Cass said with a smile, “It’s because people look up to you. Everywhere I go, people talk about the Ironmonger and the Fabulous Five. If you do it, I’m sure other teams will as well. That’s all. It’s like a boulder rolling downhill. Pathfinder just needs a little momentum.”

She squinted at him before giving a brief nod, “I’ll think about it. Now, if there’s nothing else, let’s get sloshed.”

“I can do that,” Cass replied with a second smile, happy to at least have her consider the idea, and even happier still that her grumpiness from before his Calling hadn’t made its return.

It was an odd thing. When he and Janine had been kids, they’d been quite close. Two years older than him, his big sister had looked out for his safety, always making sure that he never went too far with what Gary called his “righteous moments”. But after he’d failed his first few walks down the Uncalled Way, she’d started to tighten up. It wasn’t until this moment that Cass understood.

She’d been scared.

Scared that he wouldn’t get a Calling. Scared that he’d be a dreg, cast off from the post-Reshaping society they well understood. 

But with QuestWright, that fear was gone, and in its place, she seemed to almost be trying to make up time with how high and buoyant her laughter became. It was nice to hear it again—. Tthough he didn’t doubt he’d always be her “loser”.

The stumbling route back to his room was messy, and the next morning wasn’t much better. After a healthy scrubbing in the shower, Cass went to the cafeteria for an early breakfast, then headed out to the stables.

Free days were always a special moment in his week. The guild felt quiet, as many optional services closed down every Sunday. It was a natural recurrence, as there were many low-tier Administrators with the day off, and foot traffic became an oddity rather than something expected.

He’d heard talk from his parents that most people used to take off two days a week before the Reshaping. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what they did with that much free time. Two full days? In a row? Seemed outlandish.

But then again, monsters didn’t exist back then, nor did Callings. From his primary school teachings, he knew that the history of the world was often forgotten. Maybe, one day, they’d forget the Reshaping too.

There was still no noise when he approached, but the moment his horse’s eyes located the object in his hands and the person beside him, she went crazy.

Apparently, his excitable equine friend had grown known for busting out of her stall. More than the simple clasp that held her door closed, there was now a rope loosely tied around it. But that didn’t seem to matter much. Punching at the gate with her hooves, she managed to jiggle it and the rope enough that the gate swung open with speed, banging into the wall with a loud boom.

“Well, she’s quite the spirited animal.” The Stablemaster said, reaching her hand out for the draft-horse to nuzzle. “Now, I’m going to show you how to saddle her the next few times you take her to ride. On the fourth, we’ll see if you’ve got it figured out. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Cass replied. 

She handed him a thick, round comb and walked him through the process of brushing her.

“It’s always important to comb her first in long, even strokes. If you don’t, the tack may cause chaffing, and an unhappy horse is a broken ass.”

After that, she had him check her hooves with a brief explanation of what to look for. Then, she walked him through laying the pad down and placing the saddle. When everything was set up and the bottom cinch was tightened, Cass found a thin veil of sweat covering his back. And Bella’s patience was running thin.

“Easy, girl,” Cass said, touching her snout lightly after she stomped the ground. “We’ll get going in a moment.”

“All right,” the Stablemaster said, a light grin playing across her features, “You’re set, but you should take it slow. Bella’s a draft-horse, so while you can ride her, don’t try going too fast. The riding arena is just down yonder,” She said, pointing past the rocks where he and Kara had first met. “Be easy with the reins when you start out, or she’ll buck you by instinct.”

Bella snorted as Cass said, “Good advice.”

“It’s also the truth. Go on, now. Ride your horse.” She waved as they walked away, the sound of hooves echoing around the barn. 

Cass didn’t mount yet. Instead, since he had no experience riding a horse at all, they continued walking along the side of the stables until they met up with a ring built of wooden posts.

Thankfully, nobody was around to witness as Cass and Bella entered, the two holding a conversation marked by snorts, neighs, and whispered conversations. Closing the latch, he listened to her as she gave a detailed account of what was expected to occur. 

“Tell me that isn’t about to happen.”

When he was certain she was only joking about throwing him for fun, he placed his bag down and pulled out a vellum.

Tapping into his outline while staring at the ground, he activated his newest personal Quest.

[Stalwart Way Daily Quest]

Cassio Vale will ride the draft-horse, Bella, for thirty minutes in a circuitous fashion.

Additional instructions will be sent to the bonded partner. 

Cassio Vale

Liora Guildhall 

QuestWright

“Such weird wording on this one,” Cass said, shaking his head. Hopeful, whatever was about to happen would make up for not only the reputation loss he’d incurred with Bella the previous day, but would also mend whatever hurt feelings she had. The moment he activated it, his body became suffused with the now standard golden glow, but at the same time, so did Bella.

Looking at her, she met his eyes and whinnied.

“What do you mean you got a Quest?”

A stomp and headshake told him a great deal.

“Wait, wait, I only caught some of that. You’re not going to tell me what it said? Why?”

Stomp.

“How can it be for my benefit if I don’t know what's…you know what, fine. Let’s just do this.” Uncomfortably, he put his foot in the stirrup like the Stablemaster explained, “You better not buck me.” Hopping twice before he was able to swing his leg over her, he settled down with a wince. After a…private adjustment, he hooked his other foot in. 

Funnily enough, it was Bella who told him how to hold the reins and to grip with his thighs.

“Never thought a horse would tell me how to ride it,” He muttered to himself.

Bella’s head sharply swung around with a glare.

“Her, how to ride her.” He clarified quickly. “Now, what do we do?”

She shook her head as a thirty-minute timer appeared at the top of his screen, “What do you mean, hold on?”

With immediacy, Bella shot off like a cannon. As soon as they got to one of the posts making up the riding arena, she turned, and of course, Cass had only one reaction.

“Ahhh! Slow down!” He swallowed the hot spit rising from the back of his throat before screaming again. ”You’re crazy!”

But Bella didn’t slow down, and the timer still moved in his vision until the moment he fell off her back and rolled twice across the ground.

Timer: 28:36 remaining for completion

Standing up as the burn of healing kicked in across his body, he grabbed the face of an obviously laughing horse as she hoofed at the ground.

“Listen, dummy. That hurt my ass, bad.” The Stablemaster’s prophetic line filtered quickly through his mind. “I understand we have a Quest to do, but I’m certain that was far worse than was necessary.”

A stomp and a whinny told the story.

“More experience for that? Are you sure?”

A long neigh followed as Cass listened along.

“I had no idea you could gain experience too…do all animals do that? No? Strange. Okay…fine…but, no crazy ass turns, deal? No deal! Come on, Bella!”

Chapter 36: Free Day (II)

To say Cass had a good time of things would be a bold-faced lie. By the time the thirty minutes had elapsed, he’d fallen off of Bella more than two dozen times, plummeted over the posts thrice, and had to endure the laughter of a draft-horse enough that he’d taken to imitating his friend just to get her to stop.

But still, it was worth the pain of his entire body feeling like it was on fire. His ass in particular.

[Stalwart Way Daily Quest Complete]

Experience is split among Bella, the Draft-horse, and Cassio Vale, the QuestWright

Personal rewards: 5.1xp, 2 Stalwart Tokens, 1 Survivor Token

Note: Check the Survivor path for updates…

Your reputation with the draft-horse, Bella, has increased by 10

Grabbing her reins, Cass walked a particularly chatty, happy horse over to the bathing area and performed his promised duty. The meditative feeling of the last experience was lacking with the twinges of pain in his body. When she was back in her stall, he was forced to ask.

“Is it going to be that hard every time?”

She gave him a long, unblinking stare before stomping once.

“Fine, then,” he closed the stall, placing the useless latch on and the rope beside it. “As much as I enjoyed our time together, I need to heal from the trauma. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Leaving with no bit of heat in his steps, Cass headed out to the next part of his day. But some thoughts came over him as he grew mired in the quiet surroundings.

The fact that Bella can now gain experience opens up a whole lot of new possibilities. Would she gain a Calling? What would a horse’s Calling look like? Did she have one already and just hasn’t told me?

All were thoughts he could’ve asked the horse in the moment.

Cursing himself mentally, he continued to think as he walked. The idea of an animal gaining experience and potentially its own Calling could go a lot of different ways, but what stuck out to him the most was why hadn’t he ever heard of it?

He’d attended his classes, as his pages and pages of notes showed. But never once did they talk about animals gaining experience and abilities. Was Bella just special? Or in a slightly different direction, was he? Those thoughts continued to tumble through his mind as he entered the Foundry.

He’d visited earlier in the week when Noah had sent him a message for testing. It hadn’t taken long, but the man’s method of fitting the perfect axe for his preference had been a tad invasive. Squeezing, measuring, basically lots of touching. He swore that at one point, the Smith had even sniffed him.

But after the long week, it should be done, and he was excited to see the results. 

The third floor of the Foundry was as busy as ever. It seemed like every freeday allowed the Crafters and Tradesmen to work on their personal projects, rather than focusing on the kind that came along with Quests. He said a few friendly hellos and helped an old woman lift up a piece of armor from the ground, then found himself standing in front of the grinning axesmith. Cass wasn’t so overly excited that he missed the fact that several new weapons had made its way to the man’s table.

“This here is one of my finest works. To see its effects, we’ll have to grab one of the Identifiers. I heard Thava was around, so it’ll be just a sec.” Pushing a button behind him, a red light lit up overhead, then an oddly muscular hand brought the axe to Cass’s waiting fingers.

Holy crap! Cass thought as soon as he held it. The extra weight was definitely present, but as he gripped it, the axe seemed to meld to his hand. With a very fast test, he released his grip and reapplied it, but the same thing happened. It’s like it was wrapping around him.

Noah’s grin only seemed to grow, “Feeling that already? That’s the binding. Give it a little time, and you won’t even have to think about your grip anymore. It’ll already be set.”

“That’s amazing, Noah,” Cass replied in awe.

And it was. The axe was a brutal bit of elegance. With an angle to it that still seemed reminiscent of a hatchet, that’s where the similarities ended. Thick reinforced ridges ran along the sides of it, granting the axe an almost scaled appearance that seemed more functional than decorative. The haft was shorter than those spread across Noah’s table, a balancing choice that met in both speed of movement and power. Wrapped in a dark, matte binding of material he didn’t quite recognize, it felt almost warm to the touch. On the back edge was a flat side, a little too wide for what he’d expected.

All in all, it felt…perfect.

After looking at it for less than a minute, a young woman who looked like she hadn’t had a good meal in a year walked straight their way upon noticing the light. To call her gaunt would be a disservice to the recently starved. It was like every piece of meat on her bones had been scraped clear away. And that wasn’t guesswork. The robe hung upon her frame like puffed-up straw on a scarecrow.

With a too-serious expression for someone who couldn’t be older than sixteen, she nodded at them both, “Noah, QuestWright, how can I be of service?”

Noah gave her a lazy grin, “Got an axe that needs identifying. This one should be good.”

“I see,” She gave a sharp nod, “May I inspect it, please?”

Knowing what he needed to do, Cass was about to hand over the axe when he rethought that. Because of the weight, it’d probably drop the poor girl straight to the ground the moment he did so. It might only be three pounds, but the length of it would drag when held straight away. Those who had never held a real axe wouldn’t understand.

Instead, he placed it on the table in front of them and received a nod of thanks. She stepped forward and placed a hand on both ends, then closed her eyes. A silver glow lit up across the axe, before she and it both shone with a brief golden aura.

When she opened her eyes, Thava looked directly at Noah, “This is only one step down from a masterwork. Congratulations, Noah.”

The man’s eyes became glassy before he punched a fist in the air and hollered. 

As he did that, she removed a Vellum from a bag hanging off her thin frame, then lit up a second time in silver. The moment she did, she handed it off to Cass, saying, “As a Guild member who paid for the crafting service, your Identify is free of charge, and we thank you for using the Foundry’s services.” Once he took it, she nodded at them both, “Have a great day.”

While she walked away, Cass looked over at the preening Noah, “Is she always so stiff?”

“Yep,” He said with a Cheshire grin, “She’s young. They always puff themselves up when they first get here. But don’t worry, the Foundry’ll fix her in a few months. Now, what’s it say? All I was told was the grade.”

“Let’s take a look, shall we?”

[IDENTIFY REPORT]

Commissioned Item: Custom Axe

Crafter: Noah Curry, Journeyman Smith of the Liora Foundry

Grade: Superior

Material: Reinforced Steel, Tempered Handle, Composite Binding

Weight: 4.2 lbs

Properties: 

Eversharp: This weapon will never dull

Durable: Due to special treatments, this weapon is far more durable than standard

Shock Dampening: The reinforced handle reduces vibration transfer, minimizing strain and injury risk from repeated impacts.

Grip Memory: The weapon’s binding subtly molds to the wielder’s grip over time, improving control and preventing slippage during use.

“That’s a lot of properties, Noah.” He didn’t want to say the next part, but it slipped out, “A thousand Crests seems like almost too small an amount for this.”

Noah waved a hand, “And that’s why we set the term before the weapon’s crafted. What if it had only reached Rare? Then a thousand would be too much. I’m just sad that it didn’t hit Mastercraft. That would’ve given you an additional property.”

“Does it have a name?” Cass asked as he twisted it around, getting a feel for how to hold it. “It’s a little strange to just say axe with how well it’s made.”

“No,” The axesmith said with a shake of his head, “That’s up to its wielder. Though I would hold off on naming it. It’s a bit of bad luck here to name a non-unique weapon. There may only be a few hundred in the world, but every warrior and archer knows the name of every unique weapon in existence. They always come along with special properties that can’t be duplicated. Unique is unique, one of a kind.”

Promising to pay him starting the next week, which got a few small grumbles, Cass put it in his bag and once again marveled at both it and the storage device. Though he placed a long, slightly heavy axe inside of it, the weight barely changed. It made him very nervous about how complicated crafting Quests were going to be.

Walking to his last scheduled stop of the day, Cass reflected on what Noah had said.

Unique is one of a kind. That made him think of the Survivor path. Does that mean I’m the only one with the Survivor path in the world? Suddenly, the experience gain he’d seen when things leaped up by ten times wasn’t so odd. If it really was one-of-a-kind, special benefits like that made a certain amount of sense. It also led to another thought. How many unique paths were there, and how many people secretly held them?

Stopping off at the rings, Cass put his bag down outside the second one and removed the axe. Feeling his grip solidify within seconds, he walked over and grabbed the same buckler he’d used yesterday. What Dev had said rang true; he’d fought at another level while using it.

When he turned around, Adya was standing there, outfitted in her standard leathers and leaning on her spear.

“Wasn’t sure you’d show.”

“Well,” Cass spread his arms out, “Here I am. Sorry, I’m late. I was picking up something.”

She glanced at the axe in his hand and gave him an approving nod. Looking back at where he’d placed his bag, she asked, “Not going for Scroungers again?”

“No,” Cass replied, already taking a step into the second ring. “I have a bad history with Skreels. Think it would be better if I keep pursuing my training against them.”

As he stepped in, he walked over to the post and barely heard her mutter, “Again, not as I expected.”

“What was that?” He asked, but she just shook her head again. Mentally shrugging, he keyed in a starter monster and activated it. As the dome dropped, a medium intensity single Skreel appeared with a scream.

Lifting his buckler and axe, Cass angled his body for a block, then tried out his first swing. The whooshing sound of it cutting through the air was beautiful, as was the lack of felt impact when it severed the three fingers reaching out to him from their short distance apart.

As they fell to the ground, Cass moved into the same rhythm he had against the high-intensity Skreel of yesterday. Block high, cut low, move-move. In only seconds, the Skreel and dome faded, and he was barely out of breath. What was even better was the fact that the dark tunnel had only been a blip in his mind. Just as fast as it had appeared, it was gone.

“That was well done,” Adya said from outside the ring, “But I’m betting you’ll have trouble against two.”

“Any advice?” Cass asked, already moving toward the post.

“Your movements are okay, but you need to work on seeing the field around you, not just the monsters.” She commented. Lifting her spear for extra emphasis, she spun it in a circle, gracefully moving her feet in tune with the action. “Fighting multiple opponents is about seizing on advantages and minimizing weaknesses. It’s not about strategic thinking, but constant attacks. The axe and shield is a strong combination, so you need to be strong.”

“I need to be strong,” Cass repeated, setting the post for two medium-intensity Skreels. They came on with a shriek, so he decided to test out what she was saying. There was no waiting. Cass sprinted at the two simulated creatures, particularly the one on the left. When he got close, he twirled away from their reaching hands, his buckler stretched out before him and batting away the appendages, then took one explosive step forward at the one on the right. With a heave of strength he didn’t know he had, Cass plunged his axe down.

It greatly slowed as it cut deeply into the Skreel's shoulder. As it screamed, Cass rolled backwards, pulling his axe out at the same time, but not before the second Skreel’s fingers touched his leg.

The dome faded.

“Not bad,” Adya commented. Putting her spear on her shoulder, she walked over to the third ring, “Watch me this time.”

The scout activated a medium-intensity Driftclaw. With fluid movements, she seemed to almost play a game of chess with it. Poke and prod, then a risky plunge, doing her best to move away should her attack fail. When the dome broke after she’d been batted aside following a failed leap with the butt of her staff stuck in the ground, she sighed, then got up and walked over to him.

“That was pretty great,” Cass told her with a conciliatory smile. When she didn’t look like she believed him, he doubled down. “I doubt I’ll be fighting Driftclaw’s anytime soon.”

“You also have an Administrative class.” Fixing her hair, she looked at him, “Combat Callings are expected to be able to take down solitary Driftclaws by level ten. I want to do it by level five.”

Out on a limb, Cass asked, “What level are you now?” When she looked surprised at him asking, he clarified, “I’m just curious.”

“I’m level four,” She said with a sniff, “With so many incursions beyond the walls, it’s too dangerous to send out a low-level Scout. I can’t travel down my path if there’s no experience coming in, but Dev and the Guild Master won’t send me out right now.”

Cass gave her a big smile, “I think I can solve that.”

Asking her to follow him, they went and sat on a bench near the third ring’s weapon rack. Pulling out a stack of vellum, Cass gave her a brief rundown on Pathfinder and, unlike with his sister, told her about his secret title. When she finally spoke up, it was with a pointed look.

“What do you get out of helping me?”

“Well,” Cass rubbed the back of his head, “The way I see it, you helped me before, and you’re helping me now. I’d be a poor friend if I didn’t consider returning the favor.”

“A friend, huh?” She seemed to think on it for a long moment. Cass couldn’t help but note her eyes were a startlingly deep green. She sighed, “I don’t think it can hurt. What do I need to do?”

Cass smiled, “Give me a moment.”

Diving into the outliner, he moved the map toward the Depot in the sections that looked like they hadn’t seen any Quests since Liora’s founding. Making a note of it, Cass outlined a scouting Quest for the first time. It had far less options than he’d expected, seeming to be a rather cut and dry Quest type compared to many of the others.

Inputting the options, he finalized it, then held up a vellum and drafted it.

[Tier 1 Scouting Quest]

Dearest Adya, 

Please go to the Depot and locate the most broken sections, then try to understand what is needed to fix them. Also, should you see a handsome man, try to think of only Cassio-

Cass bundled it up and threw it in his bag, then tried again, focusing his hardest to keep control of himself.

[Tier 1 Scouting Quest]

Scout Adya, 

The Depot is all broken. Walk through it and talk to the people, try to get a feel for what’s wrong, then report back to me, the amazing Cassio, for what you’ve discovered. It would be great if you could find a few spots that need immediate attention. Please don’t fail, as it’ll make me a sad QuestWright.

Expected experience to help you reach Level 5: 5xp (It’s not a lot)

Cassio Vale

Liora Guildhall 

QuestWright

Cass held it up as a curious Adya tried to look. It could definitely be worse. Stupid libido. He handed it over with a slight grimace.

The scout read it and gave a light smirk before glowing a golden hue. “I can do that.”

“Great! Because I may give you several over the next week. Come find me in the Registry tomorrow morning if you’re not doing anything, and I’ll hand you another.”

“Will do,” She said with a smile, folding the vellum and placing it inside her shirt.

Lucky vellum…no!

She stood up, “Come on, let’s work on your Skreel fighting a bit more. I apparently have something to do tonight.”

Cass stood up with a smile, “Hey, what are you doing for breakfast?”