#koichi02

Using spells all the time can consume your stamina. The efficiency in the usage of mana is important. Granted I have quite a reservoir thanks to the curse Being X put on me of it but it doesn’t stop me growing weary after a long while of fighting.  I’m not quite out of anything yet but it’s good to preserve your strength.

The streets are in chaos. Shouts, crying.... I’m taking shelter at a small alley way leading to an antiqueshop. It’s a dead end though, not the smartest place to hid with small space but maybe it’ll stay safe enough for a short moment of rest. 

Dusty, still air. I said this was an antiquate shop but on the other look it’s all junk rather than anything valuable. Trinkets left and right, the smell is that of a house that hasn’t been visited for a while... Save for one thing. 

Smell of iron. 

Looking at the floor I spot up drops of it scatter around the floor. My gaze follows the trail before my feet. On an old sofa-like structure - I say this bc it’s a little shoddy made, wide wooden chair that is covered with pelt. 

“ You.... what happened to you... uh.... “ I pause for a second.

“ .....what happened to you? “ 

I forget his name.