Chapter 4: Home, sweet home
After the hell Calen has seen on his way here, it was strange to see how... normal everything was here.
Well, not entirely normal; the sky was still red and everyone were frozen in time with terrified or confused expressions, but it was still comparatively normal.
The first thing he noticed was the slowdown effect that Koravel mentioned; it was quite different from what he expected.
He could move around freely as long as he didn’t exceed a certain speed; when he tried to, he felt great resistance against his body, as if he was moving through molasses.
So unable to do much about the restriction, he started getting the things he needed from nearby shop stalls at a leisurely pace.
’First off, I need a dimensional bag. I think old man Grond had some.’
The shop "Adventurer’s Delight" contained everything one would expect: survival equipment, weapons, armour, maps and hundreds of magical gadgets designed to make life on the road just a little bit easier.
Calen quickly found the shelf with dimensional bags and grabbed the biggest one; it was supposed to be able to contain a house’s worth of items.
Armed with almost unlimited storage, he started throwing anything that looked even remotely useful into the bag.
A few minutes later the shop looked significantly emptier, but the bag was still as light as ever.
After saying a quick apology to Grond – who stood frozen behind the counter this whole time – he threw the bag over his shoulder and continued to the next shop.
As a mage he didn’t have to worry about drinkable water; he could always create as much as he needed, but he wasn’t able to summon food from thin air like his master, so food was next on the agenda.