While Nova was heading back to the inn, he stopped to buy a few things along the way, things for himself and for their upcoming travel. This was the first real time he had spent the money he earned from being a hunter.
While he was shopping, he noticed Levan following him around from the shadows. He did not say anything and simply allowed him since he knew he was only trying to protect him, especially after everything that had happened so far, which nearly got him killed in the first place.
Just as he finished buying himself a few new pairs of clothes, a thought came to his mind: despite being a necromancer, he hardly had any undead at his disposal and hardly did things his kind would usually do.
"Seriously? I need more undead. What if something happens to me? I will not have enough. I will look into that later. I need strong ones like Levan or at least ones that may have potential," Nova mumbled to himself as he sipped a drink while walking, lost in his own thoughts.
