The thing about dried and preserved fish is that they are tasty when you eat them for the first ti. It is fine to eat when you have nothing else to eat. And it becos tastier when you are starving. But when you have to eat it seven days a week for every al, the fish losses its taste. And the food starts to feel like sothing that is given to prisoners.
Dave who has been eating salted fish, every day, for the past week, was feeling like he was in a prison. As the world has undergone a very big change recently, the prices of basic necessities like food were at an all-ti high. And as he didn't have any money, he just has to eat the food that he got.
Although there was a ti when Grump offered to catch a goblin for him. He was shocked to learn that people of this world ate goblins, from what he heard, their ats a little gammy, but other than that goblins didn't taste that bad. But he couldn't get himself to eat sothing that is humanoid and resembled a human. Grump called him an idiot once again after hearing his chain of thoughts. But still, he still refused to eat a goblin…
After waking up, he excitedly roasted so fish over a fire and had a very fulfilling breakfast. It was his first day on the job, so he was very excited. Although there was high chance that he could die during the mission, but the prospect of earning so money excited him, at least after the pay day he would be able to have a decent al.
He packed all of his stuff and got ready for the long journey. But it is then Grump burst his bubble, they were supposed to et Grego and the client that night. Not early in the morning.
That day, he didn't go to practice. Grump instructed him that he should rest today. And also if he has so much ti he should sharpen his weapons. So he did just that. He also put on the black color combat clothes that Grump had bought him.
They were not as durable or effective as the old man's own personal black armor. But they were of the sa color. According to Grump, wearing the sa color clothes would make people realize that they are from the sa party. And he forced him to wear it. And soon the ti went by in a breeze and the moon ca out. And just like that Grump who had vanished during the morning ca to fetch him at night.
"Oi kiddo… Grego sends his regards." Grump said, tossing sothing toward him.
It was a pitch-black tallic mask. It only covered the nose and mouth of a person. While the eyes and the forehead were out in the open. The thing that confused him was, how was he supposed to wear it. There were no strings nor any sort of attachnt that could make the mask stay in its place. And it kind of slled as well
"This slls fishy," he complained
"Of course, it slls fishy. It was attached to a corpse for more than 20 years."
"Wait? 20 years? Really?"
"Yeah… The mask belonged to a guy nad executioner. He was a commoner and hell of an Artifact Craftsman. He used to wear the mask and hunt down evil rchants and adventurers that are corrupt and all…"
"Woah, and you found this on the corpse of that person."
"Yup. and Grego when we were about your age."
"How many years ago did you find this mask?"
"Why the hell is that important?"
"Well for starters, if you have had this mask for several years then none of you had the courtesy to wash it?"
"Well… fuck you. You want the mask or not?"
"I want a mask. But this… it is slly and also broken. How the fuck am I supposed to wear this thing?"
"Just put it on your nose." He followed his instructions. As soon as he pressed the mask to his nose it got stuck to his nose, refusing to fall down.
"Now try to think about removing the mask from your face." Grump further instructed.
He followed his instruction, and it is then he sensed that the mask beca liquid, it started flowing along his chin. And the liquid started to collect itself behind his ears. And soon two tal plates gathered themselves along his ears.
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