“What's going on...?”
Oliver returned to the city of Glensorne from the forest, but along the way, he suddenly felt that someone might be tailing him. This sensation wasn’t new.In fact, he had been feeling it for the past few days.
It wasn’t just paranoia. Before entering the forest, he’d already gotten the sense that someone, or something, was watching him.
"Someone wants to deal with me, but who could it be...?"
Oliver furrowed his brow as he considered the possibilities. There weren’t many suspects to choose from. First, there were the nobles who had a vested interest in opposing him. Then, there were the Silver Circle cultists. Oliver had made a mark on their bounty list, so some necromancer might be after him, eager to collect the reward for his death. Lastly, there were the Rustblade Mercenaries, enemies of Professor Arcanus. Last time, one of their agents, a woman, had tried to seduce Oliver, and while she had failed, Oliver suspected this encounter wasn’t over yet.