One Hundred Percent Blue

Arrowyy survived the gate only to be taken hostage by a full blue bar. There is a particular courage in refusing to close a stuck door when twenty thousand people are waiting behind it. I advised patience, mostly because the alternative was watching him begin again.

Blaedy inspected his newly chosen stout warrior with the seriousness of a tailor judging forearms and beard, then immediately called the stalled loading a skill issue. A clean strike.

At last Arrowyy reached a snowbound village packed so tightly the heroes seemed to be wearing one another’s names. Blaedy’s first concern was whether the crowd had ruined the pace of things. Some people see a miracle; some count the stutters in it.