Chapter 22 Flashy Sunglasses And A Heart Of Gold (But Mostly Just Flashy Sunglasses)

• “Gah! I really don’t get women and their mood swings,” Mixarnt muttered, hands in his pockets as he wandered the bustling streets of Morvain’s capital.
• He wasn’t sulking, of course not. He was simply strategically retreating from Aelries’s wrath.
• After yesterday’s battle, he figured now was a good time to improve his odds of surviving future quests. The last few hunts had reminded him that relying solely on his magic, especially nerfed magic, was a very bad idea.