Chapter 18: Run boy Run
I once saw William Oh run away. Yep. Glanced up from sharpening my tool and spotted the afterimage of the one-armed lad bolting like a jackrabbit. I thought ‘that boy’s not so special; there’s something he runs from.’
Then I saw what he was running from: War, Famine, Pestilence, Death…and the concept of Failure.
At the speed he was going, I’m pretty sure he gave ‘em the slip.
Mark Saltminer, level 15 Salter
When morning came, Will and Loth packed their stuff up and headed out into the wilds to the east. The roc-feather cloak kept Loth toasty warm against the frost-tinged morning, and warded off the heat of the sun once it began to beat down on them in earnest.
Will was unaffected by temperature extremes, and made sure to tease Loth about it to the best of his abilities.
Today their plan was to head east and rub elbows with some other Grinders.
Grinding was a phenomena where hundreds or even thousands of Climbers would spontaneously form a rough line around the edge of a specific monster’s territory, each group trying their hand at luring some close in order to kill them for loot and XP.