The following day dawned with a sense of lingering unease as Orion settled his dues with the mercenaries who had lost there training group due to the fiery spectacle of the previous night. Gold flowed freely, ensuring their silence and sparing him from needless complications.
"Wealth certainly has its uses in situations like this," orion mused, acknowledging the power of coin to smooth over the rough edges of his endeavors.
Retreating to the solace of his room at the inn, Orion sank into a chair, his mind consumed by thoughts, he couldn't help but still harbor thr disappointment over the previous night's events. Achieving the radiant silver stage had been pivotal for his next move, his failure leaving at crossroads now. While he did reached the pinnacle of his silver manacore, it was far from the might of radiant silver.