Red sat at a circular marble table with Gorr and the Rotting Druid. It was the "Swamp-Mountain Clique."
"Ignore the flashlight," Gorr grunted, pouring a flagon of spectral ale. "He's Rank 9 because he spawns in the sunlight. If he spawned in a cave, he'd be a glow-worm. Not to mention, he is incredibly lucky with the traits and talent he got at the start and at rank 5."
"Oh… do you know what his talent does? You fought with him." Red asked curiously as he thought, 'So we get to pull another roll at rank 5. I guess… after that it would be at rank 10?'
Gorr shook her head. "I do not. But his battle IQ is very high. Perhaps…" Gorr glanced at Red. "Yeah… he is just like you when it comes to wars. Using cheap and honorless tactics. I hope you don't become like him when you rank up."
"That's not happening."
"Ahem!" Druid cleared his throat. "If you two are done flirting, let's focus on the matter on hand."
