Diana grabbed her sword and prepared to leave. With a wave at Howard, she told him that she’d be taking a stop at the Adventurer’s Corner to look at the local quests before visiting the Baroness and the Castle Training Grounds. Walking down the path, she encountered Kira who was sitting down a bench leading up to James’s house and …

Diana had wanted to visit the Adventurer’s Corner, but upon realizing how exhausted both Kira and she were from that simple excursion, she decided to head home. While Kira rushed to put away some of their new purchases away into James’s workplace, Diana decided to examine her new skill |Protector of the Innocent|. Rushing up the stairs, she finally changed …

Kira turned into a side street, beckoning for Diana to follow her. With a shrug, Diana walked behind the Hersha for a couple of minutes before ending up on a massive street. Peddlers advertised their wares from street stands, carriages clattered down cobblestone streets, crowds swarmed around bards revealing the local news. She gaped. She vaguely realized she had traveled …

Diana walked around the back, looking for Howard, when she saw a wild wyvern leaning over her grandfather. Pulling out her sword, which she had previously snuck back to her room to retrieve, she prepared to charge at the beast and save her grandfather. After all, despite how infuriating he was, he was still family. She paused upon hearing the …

After agreeing to stay, Diana went inside with James while Howard followed them. Kira had already set out the plates and stew on the dining table. Seeing her, Diana paused, but her grandfather pushed her forward. James took the seat beside Kira’s left and Howard sat right of him, leaving a free chair between the two. Kira scooted her seat …

James took a deep breath, dreading what he expected to find. Opening his front door, he saw four young adventurers waiting on his doorstep with Howard wearily sitting on his seat. Ugh. He hated dealing with heroes. They always acted so cliche. The neighborhood kids were one thing to deal with, trained and experienced fighters with Classes another. Putting on …

James stretched his arms over his head before discovering that Kira was not in his bed. Then he remembered that she would usually be cooking breakfast by now for the three residents of the shop. He imagined whatever delicious concoction she was brewing downstairs; he could almost sniff the aroma drifting through his home. He recalled her lying down beside …

Dear Diary, (Wait, scratch that. Real men don’t write those) Report No. 1: Day 1069 My name is James Hues. It has now been five years since I came to this world or rather, five of this world’s years. With nothing to track my old world’s time, I go by native timetables. One year is two hundred and fifty-six days, …