The tunnels were dead quiet, except for a bunch of survivors crying in the background.
Super annoying.
My new shadow titan pet—my loot from that disaster—was floating behind me, which was kinda cool, I guess.
I wasn't really walking with them. I was the weirdo they were all avoiding.
My waypoint marker, a stupid silver line in my face, was screaming at me to go north.
Grind time.
But, ugh, I had another quest I had to do first.
One that wasn't in my log. I had to go see her.
The infirmary was just some cave with a few sputtering torches. It stank.
Blood, fear, and some kind of gross-smelling herb paste.
A few elf players who must've picked healer were moving between all the people moaning on the ground.
And there she was.
She was tucked away in a corner.
Her silver hair was a mess, all sweaty and dirty.
Her legs… crap. They were completely messed up. Like, bent the wrong way.
