Chapter 2: Life Goals
“Well, that’s more exotic, for sure,” Ben mused as they looked down at the hunk of Lava Beetle.
The carefully preserved hunk of flesh must’ve come from climbers on the third floor. The Trial didn’t care that no aspirant could possibly get to the third floor and back.
“Whaddya think?” Ben asked. “Fire and Earth. Two of the most useful abilities for a spellslinger.”
“Also the most hotly contested Relics,” Will mused, rubbing his chin.
“For the love of—”
“Anything that grants full magic growth?” he asked, glancing up at the merchant.
“Here?” the merchant asked, motioning to the bazaar in general. “Nothing with strong growth or good abilities, anyways.”
“What about Uru Drake?” Will asked. “Where could I get—”
The leathery-faced traveler laughed in Will’s face. “If I had Uru Drake, I would sell it to a Lord’s son and live the rest of my life in ease.”