Wednesday Morning. 06:00 Hours. The North Gate.
The morning mist still clung to the cobblestones as the freshman class gathered at the North Gate. The air was thick with tension, excitement, and the smell of cheap coffee.
Dozens of carriages were lined up, ready to transport us to the Whispering Forest.
I stood near the Group 11 designated spot, checking my inventory one last time.
[Inventory:]
Obsidian Shortsword
3x Low-Grade Healing Potions
1x Smoke Bomb
Mana Stabilizer Pills
"You're early," Martin yawned, walking up to me. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink. "I was up all night vomiting. I think I have dungeon phobia."
"You'll be fine, Martin," I said, adjusting my glove. "Just stand behind Emily and try not to scream."
"Heh. Easy for you to say, Mr. 'I-Kissed-A-Duke's-Daughter'."
I smirked. The rumors had spread fast. Half the students were looking at me with awe, the other half with disgust. I loved it.
"Alex Edelhart."
