"Who?"
"The Mutated Mage from the Ghost Soul School, Wei'en Loft..."
"Quiet, both of you. Can't you see this is a place run by those Wizards?"
"I almost forgot. That bunch of weirdos don't care who you are... If you piss off the Holy Professionals from the True God Church, it's one thing; at least they'll publicly announce whether or not they're hunting you."
"But if you offend a Wizard, they won't have any reservations. You never know when a Great Mage or a Legendary Mage might suddenly show up... Who wouldn't be afraid of that?"
'Confirmed. It's fear.'
Wei'en chuckled softly and led Tina into the Ghost Soul intelligence post.
'No one in the front hall?'
'But the decor here is very characteristic of the Ghost Soul School...'
Two specimens of Undead Creatures stood at the entrance—a skeleton and a Skeleton Knight. Strange patterns were carved into their ghastly white bones.
There were hidden rune nodes in the skeleton's eye sockets, sternum, and both kneecaps.
