The distant murmur of men filled the streets of Valestorm.
Sitting in a corner in front of a bar quietly nursing a drink from a wooden cup, Allen let out a sigh.
"What's with the long face, Allen? Lost your dick in the last hunt?"
Loud laughs burst out from around the sitting area.
This place was a popular place for Hunters and even Pilgrims to unwind after a day of hunting in the former Sandsea.
Allen wasa regular Hunter who faced death day in and out.
He had been a normal man. One fortunate, or unfortunate enough to have survived the initial apocalypse and every other chaotic event after it.
At Level 120, he had attained Tier 1 a while back, but found it difficult to gain levels after that, as the beasts and monsters only got stronger from here on our.
"Well, can you blame the dude? Plenty teams get wiped out day in, day out. Can't expect him not to be on edge, can you?" Barrte, a bearded man sitting down at the next table said with a grunt.
