Chapter 7: Casualties
William Oh once ate a lightning bolt and crapped thunder. There he was, at the heart of the army of the dead. He had snuck his way past the minions into the shrine holding the Relic that granted eternal life, when the lich rose from the stone floor as if it were made of water. As he faced down the ancient lich, a bolt of lightning shot from the foul creature’s fingers directly towards his face! So, being William Oh, he snatched the lightning out of the air with his teeth, chewing and swallowing before he handily dispatched the monster.
It was much later that the princess’s toilet was utterly destroyed.
- Jason Salazar
Lucky me, some of them are seamstresses. The fabric itself was focused primarily on sturdiness, but they were truly the first tailored clothes he’d ever had.
Thick socks, real shoes, a belt with nice loops to carry weapons and tools, an itchy wool cloak that shed the heat of the sun and retained warmth at night.
All for four silver.
Will deeply suspected the aged seamstresses were giving him the ‘Random Teen Wandering Naked Through the Desert’ discount, but he wasn’t going to say anything while benefiting from it.
It was too soon to fit him for a prosthesis, they said, since it hadn’t finished healing yet, but they gave him the name of a talented crafter who lived on the bottom floor near the base of the tower, servicing injured Climbers retiring from the life.