Wilson thought he died, he thought that his life came to an end. But finds himself in a grass field with a single tree at a small hill with a figure sitting underneath it. Having approached that figure who introduces himself as God, he would have ne...
I wake up in the morning to the sounds of chatter and laughs outside. I stretch out and sit on my bed for a moment. Thinking about what to do to stick out less. My wardrobe is way too different. I ponder for some time, thinking about all the options and then it hits me.
Me: I am a fucking retard.
Time to change my gear.
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New clothes to try and not to stand out too much. (Imagine him holding)
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(Winchester M 1895)
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(Steyr M1912)
I put my pistol into my pouch, and sling the Winchester onto my back. I mean, M1 is great, but I wanna test other stuff out. I leave my room and lock the doors and head down. Once on the ground floor I see that there aren't many people, some patrons here and there but mostly quiet.
Clayton: Good morning kid, sleep well? Oh, new gear, have to say. Doesn't look to bad
Me: Ahh good morning, yea, I slept well. And thanks.
Clayton: Glad to hear. you slept well.
And with that I leave the inn and head straight for the guild. Once I enter I catch some glances but nothing special, still pretty early in the morning so there aren't many people in the guild. I grab a simple quest and go to complete it. That is how I basically spend my next week. Just doing some quests, errands, earning some coin. Not drawing too much attention to myself, which I quite enjoy.
