No Class Allowed 2

Lumiel woke up and it was still dark, as always was. As he prepared to leave, he didn't forget to drink first on the brook and packed himself with edible mushrooms.

As he finished preparing for the journey, he felt like his tales in that forest of trials had to be told to anybody he met. Especially the foxhole that saved his life many times from the monsters roaming at night.

"Well, I hope to get home soon. More time here in this forest will only hasten my path to the grave. Though more crystals to harvest. Especially picking on the weak monsters. No use fighting a difficult enemy with your life on the line always."

His backpack was full of brown mushrooms and edible insects wriggling about inside. He can feel their movements inside his pouch which were made for holding coins in the past.