516: Arrived at the Wilderness

After their victorious battle against the Bellwire Wolf, the group gathered around the fallen beast, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and relief. Thomas, wiping sweat from his brow, turned to his teammates, his voice carrying a note of sincere gratitude. "We definitely owe George a big thanks," he said, gesturing towards their gleaming weapons. "These made all the difference today."

Each member of the group nodded in agreement, taking turns to express their appreciation for the high-quality equipment that had undoubtedly tipped the scales in their favor. "With my old sword, I doubt I could have landed half of those hits," admitted Jana, a swift-footed rogue whose new dagger had sliced through the wolf's tough hide as if it were parchment.

Lars, the group's stalwart defender, chimed in, his heavy shield resting against his leg. "This shield absorbed those hits like a charm. That clone attack would've flattened me otherwise."