His stats slowly returned while he sat on top of a root, looking at the tree in the middle of the room.
He took a deep breath, and opened his profile.
[ Name : Veil ]
[ Level : 32 ]
[ Archetype : Specialist ]
[ Class : Beholder ]
[ Fate : Command, — ]
[ Effects : Darkness, Will Breaker's set, The Weight— ]
"32? So quick…"
Fae approached while sheathing her swords with care. She sat next to him, her mask back to its white color.
He let himself fall on his back, his hands underneath his head while staring at the ceiling hidden behind the naked branches.
"This is just the start."
He took a quick peek at his spells, the list appearing floating above his head.
"No new spells," said Alexander to his silent listener.
Fae's gaze unwavering, he wondered what she saw in him.
"Let's rest. It's not like we have a home to go back to anyway."
She nodded, laying down right next to him.
He got his bottomless bag on top of his chest, and started rummaging through it.
