Sir Dumblore's Disappearance

"Everwyn, huh?" August muttered.

Everwyn was apparently a kingdom that didn't allow entry to anyone, players included unless they had a certain pass. It was shrouded in mystery.

The fact that they were hosting meant the competition would be something to watch out for.

Boris suddenly dropped a message in the party chat.

Boris: "Everwyn! That's across the Eastern Plains. We'll need to prepare, stock up, and train more."

Ezran: "Guess we better get grinding, huh?"

Aleman: "I'll meet you all soon. Let's get ready."

They decided to meet up here in the Golden Flask Tavern within the next thirty minutes so all August had to do right now was wait.

August remained seated at a corner table with his hood drawn just enough to partially conceal his face as he sifted through his inventory screen.