May Hemm’s Diary
Day 1, week 3, year 1
Wild has been gone for several weeks now. To what parts nobody really knows. How I do miss her company. I look forward to the day she returns. She has been a good friend, and is sorely missed.
The Wizard I met previously has made it to level 50. He seems to be doing well for himself. Emrick the Thule I believe he calls himself. He wears a Gauntlet, and carries a Great Book laced with fine silver and gold. I have traded him a few of our trinkets in exchange for a few of his own. Much to my surprise, the Orb he traded to me converted to a fine Bomb. I added it to our (Wild and my) arsenal. What to do with it only time will tell.
I also met a Warrior. When I first met him, he was cursing the heavens. When I asked him what was wrong! He said; “The Gods have cursed all Warriors in these realms. Nothing in this place is sharp enough to skin a rat with, much less slit my own throat, or kill a toad.” I started to say, well maybe you should be a Rogue, but thought twice about it and declined from saying as much. I instead offered him an Ale at the Inn. He said “Thanks, but no thanks.” and wandered off muttering to himself.
Wild and I, still only level 200 plus with several thousand maps to go. We seem more like old timers here, compared to these young pups just starting out. Wild loved a good challenge. Maybe thats why she moved on. Me? I just like farming the dungeons for Crystals, Mythstones and Gold. Fame is not my objective. I seek Fortune. I have all the luck and fortune of the God’s to make it so. I also have Wilds Bow. I may not make it to map 2000 anytime soon and I may need a warehouse for all my Treasure and Gold before doing so!