Three days.
Three full days of watching Oreo body monsters while developing a personality problem.
When I finally went back to Black Vultures to check if my actual guild still existed, the place looked like an abandoned starter town.
Beds unused.
Tables clean.
Not even the drunk guy snoring in the corner.
By morning, still empty.
"…So I guess I'm the emotional support NPC now," I muttered.
I didn't dwell on it. Dwelling leads to sulking, sulking leads to self-pity, and self-pity leads to eating inventory cake alone. Instead, I headed straight back to the dungeon entrance to let Oreo grind more.
That's when I saw her.
The necromancer we'd helped before.
She stood off to the side, staff hugged to her chest, eyes glued to the ground. Parties passed her. Some glanced. Most didn't even slow down. A few outright shook their heads.
I frowned and walked over.
"Hey. Why are you alone?"
She flinched. Like I'd startled a rabbit. She didn't look up at first, but when she did...
