"Why would you ask such a thing?" Wendi asked me. "The answer of course, is no. But why do you ask?"
"I needed to know how strong the gangs were in this district." I said.
"What nonsense are you getting into at night?"
"I'm just searching for food." I said. "Trouble has found me."
"And if I forbid you to go out at night?"
I shrugged. "Either I shall starve, or the food bill for the store will double."
"You do NOT need 165 nutrition."
"My System insists that I do." I replied. "And I know what that means. I eat enough for six people. My System counts my Might as five while rating it at three, and my level at eleven, while I have twelve classes, one of which is level two."
"How are you gaining significant XP with such a divisor?"
I shrugged. "Anything over a quarter of my divisor provides a minimum of one XP. I don't know why."
"A quarter?" she asked. "Not half?"
"Not half."
"Fucking cheater System." she muttered. "What manner of trouble has found you?"
