Skye is the Limit by Phenomenal Pen (detective books to read TXT) 📗

<Besides, I tried selling the Great Orc Mother a hellhound puppy once but she chose to deal directly with fiends. Literal not figurative.>

The innkeeper then disappeared into another tunnel in the labyrinthine catacombs, his voice trailing away and leaving the Dreamwalkers uncertain and nervous. Thankfully, he soon came back coughing and dusting himself.

He handed a scroll to Blacksmith and said: <The ancient maps of the Fiery Caverns, formerly The Belly of Flames. That’ll be 137 gold. See anything else you like?>

He beamed at the raiding party.

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“The way I see it,” Blacksmith said in a quick huddle, “we need to make the most of our inventory. Let’s focus on getting Warrior a full harness and shield because he’s our tank.”

“I concur,” Mage said.

“What’s a tank again?” Warrior asked.

“You will draw the attacks of our enemies to yourself,” Blacksmith explained.

“Oh… no...”

“Ranger could do with a Dreamcraft sword because he’s not yet confident with his Anima constructs. I’ve resolved to get the hang of the thing so I’m not going to purchase any weapons for myself, but both Ranger and I could use some shirts of light-weight chain mail.”

“Right,” Elf agreed. “I’ve already got this pink custom-built armor so I’m gonna skip an upgrade myself.”

She was referring to her feminine armor with carapace-like segments. It looked quite modern but was also anatomically sculpted around her bust, which was typical of armors for female warriors in RPGs. In a word, it was one of those vanity armors, which looked good and sexy but would be ludicrous outside of a sim environment.  

“However,” Elf bargained, “let me have a quiver of arrows. I think the mere feel of Dreamcraft arrows would be enough to help me conjure my Anima bow without fail.”

“Good call, Elf,” Blacksmith said.

“Er, guys,” Ranger said. “Do you think I can have one of those Elixirs of Burning Conviction too? To be honest, I don’t think I’d be of any help in the battlefield worrying about my Anima.”

“I agree with all our action plans with the exception of Ranger’s,” Mage said. “As for myself, my AI and robotic constitution are more than enough to see this quest to the end. I therefore require no enhancements. Having said that, permit me to issue a caveat emptor to Ranger: many of the potions and amulets sold in this shop are placebo.”

“What’s that?” Ranger asked.

“A placebo is fake medicine,” Elf explained.

<Come now,> Hordo butted in. He’d been eavesdropping with a tin item shaped like a flaring horn. The item must’ve been charmed because it allowed him to understand modern-day English. <Who are we to tell someone what’s just in his mind and what’s not? After all, we’re all standing inside someone’s grey matter this very moment.>

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