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The Quest
July 4, 2007
So it’s set. I am now officially a baby sitter.
We ate a hearty breakfast, 3k cereals for me and 2k peanut butter and jelly for miniM. Our bags were full of pots, clothes, weapons and spare mid-gems. Pocketing the Dalants that we managed to save, we set off to hunt down 20 Crawler Bunch(s) - miniM’s quest.
I told miniM that she should follow her quests, those are the optimum type of game that she needs to hunt. They give the right amount of XP and the right amount to PT to make her strong. Plus those quests items can be exchanged into weapons, armors and Dalants; such necessities needed for her training. We don’t have that much Dalant, we will need more funds for her training and those quests will come in handy.
Once we are just outside of Outpost miniM chased those Crawler Bunch with her spear with gusto. She did not even notice as I sat under a nearby tree, she was so into dicing and slicing those Crawler Bunches. I can see the sweat dripping from her face, I’m so proud of her then maybe we can make a success out of this training after all. I took a small map from my bag and started to draft where we should be heading next.
I must have lost track of time when I noticed miniM is gone! I started to look for her with panic starting to build in my chest. She can’t have died, those were just Crawler Bunches and the last time I saw her she was handling those Crawlers just fine!
I talked to a nearby storekeeper but she said she hasn’t seen a little girl with miniM’s description. Where could she be! 30 minutes after I finally found her chasing after a Grumble, the little imp. I scolder her for the scare she gave me. She said she’s sorry, she is now at level 19, she was so into her quest that she forgot all about me. I noticed her hesitation before she showed me her cuts and bruises, it was from the Grumble she said. The Crawler Bunche was fine but the Grumble was a bit tougher, harder to kill and they hit back painfully. I told her that it’s normal for a bigger animal to be stronger and fiercely strike back, she’ll get tougher I assured her.
After I washed and bandaged her cuts, I said a silent prayer for miniM as she chased after another Grumble to kill. Poor Grumble, he won't know what hit him.
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