Setting Little Goals

With the Players having done enough for themselves and the veterans carving out routes for future development for themselves, the Unnamed Town was less lively and had fewer familiar faces hanging around, even though the arrival of new believers kept it ever prosperous—even though that was going to happen eventually.

As such, it had been a while since the Iron Cauldron was a full tavern, with the Players now squeezing inside every inch of the building.

At the moment and one after another, many Players who were diligently adventuring and exploring the new continent were returning to the Unnamed Town. Naturally, there were others who returned to Tunaya or the Lancaster Hideout, although the Unnamed Town still held more nostalgic value for most Players.

After all, they had grown to such extent that they could brag to the newbies about their voyages that were full of half-truths, in turn enjoying the worshipful and envious gazes from the newbies.