Face your Regrets

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/After a somewhat awkward meeting…/

/Step.../

Dale and the Elders returned to Resko, full of sand and complaints but with a new perspective for the future.

With everything Dale shared and knew, they had much to prepare and think about, as such, most of them, or better said, they unanimously decided to go about their ways first and meet again another time, their thoughts sorted and their ideas written down to be discussed at a later date.

It was around this time Dale handed over some of the items he got from Babylon to the Elders, things he got from the Loot Boxes and Missions he had no purpose for.

The scales he ripped from the beasts he slew, the ores he mined as he went on with his contracts, and the miscellaneous things he drew from his Loot Boxes, although most of those worked better as gifts than anything else.

He even had a bottle of perfume, something he was thinking about who to give it as a gift...