Turning in a single monster core was disappointing. If a rock could frown, that lone core would have.
After taking my small payment, I leave a message for Old Rick. Maybe I've reached the hundred goblin mark at this point. Training sessions are held in the morning, so I should be able to find him downstairs tomorrow.
I eat my evening meal and rent a room at my usual inn. After turning in to sleep, a strange dream stays with me.
In a field of darkness, one mote of light dances. Alone in a dark place, a heavy gaze follows me. Many sets of eyes watch me. One by one, the sets of eyes fade. Yet the heavy gaze remains.
A great world unfolds, and scenes from it flash before me. It is beautiful, but somehow flawed. The scenes pass too quickly for me to see.