Chapter 77: Lore Master

Rhychard sat with his legs crossed, staring at the lazy creek as it drifted by in front of him. The cold hardness of his Thinking Rock contrasted with the warmth of the ring he twirled in his fingers, the chain pressed against his lips. It was weird that the metal was warm instead of cold. He guessed it was due to the heat of his body. Still, it felt…different, lately.