Jay leaned on his side in bed, looking out the window at the mist-sheep in a nearby field for a few minutes while he was still waking up. He always enjoyed watching them phase to mist with the rest of the herd-cloud, while periodically turning back to sheep again when leaving the safety of their mist-form to eat some grass. Mist-sheep had to be farmed by mages who practiced water-based manacraft, otherwise no one could force them out of their mist form.

“Well, I can’t spend all day in bed.” Jay had planned to go to the adventurer association to buy a tent, and camp outside of stink-rat marsh – but now he didn’t see the point anymore since he could just stay at home.

“I think today I’ll head back to the wolf’s quarry dungeon. Maybe I’ll reach the boss this time.” Jay thought as he mentally willed the skeletons to exit the stink-rat marsh and wait near the wolf quarry. “Thanks to the tooth stockpile, It’ll be way easier with all the unstable teeth spells I’ll be shooting.”