Chrysalis

Enid sighed as she stretched out her aching spine. She'd been on her feet for almost two days and she just wasn't as young as she used to be. If this catastrophe had occurred twenty years ago, she'd have been in much better shape for one, and Derrion would have still been with her.

Her heart panged as she thought of her departed husband. The memory of him still ached and she tried to avoid thinking of him too often. You could only prick your finger on a thorn so many times before you learn to stop poking.

She'd thought that with the disaster that had befallen her nation, and the hectic days that had followed, she wouldn't think of him much as she'd be occupied. And she had been occupied, to an absurd degree. Enid wasn't certain that even at the height of her trading enterprise that she'd ever worked this much. Despite the lack of rest, the endless list of problems that people insisted on dropping on her table, she found herself thinking of Derrion more and more.

He would have been the perfect person to lead these people.

His slow, warm smile, his quiet strength and the short cut hair that he never bothered to take of that hung in his eyes. Even as he aged he'd never lost his affable nature, able to talk to the powerful and the poor in exactly the same way with nobody taking offense.

A legend with the sword, able to unlock a rare class after years of training and delving, he'd achieved a level of skill that Liria had perhaps not seen since its founding. In this situation, his strength, his confidence and his compassion would have seen these people through, Enid had no doubt about that.

But they didn't have Derrion Ruther, the legendary sword demon, they had Enid Ruther, the merchant, and she was doing the best she could.

Straightening up, Enid spotted a figure in dark leathers at the end of the street and quickly called out.

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"Morrelia! Are you back!"

In answer to her call a hand was raised and soon the too serious face of the mercenary came into view.

you holding up?"

be but she hated when the younger folk treated her as if she were made of porcelain. She'd been running trade

Morrelia,

mercenary just grunted and leaned against the wall next

exhausted. I swear you're made of something different, mana infused bones or something. How

be me. Maybe what they say is true and people get wiser as they get older. In that case

Morrelia chuckled.

straightened up, "if we had any time. Have you seen Beyn?

just got back!" Enid protested, "aren't you

one person pushing themselves harder than Enid was, it was Morrelia. Whilst Enid had been working non-stop, all she had to do was organise people, make decisions and calm tensions. The young mercenary had been fighting with the risk of death hanging over her head as she led the inexperienced villagers into the teeth of the Dungeon. During a wave

the look on

The monsters are low level and to be honest, these villagers are as determined and disciplined as any Legion recruit I've

the village from destruction of Liria had proven to be resilient

She sighed.

and find Beyn, I think I

she came across. The smiths were still working

he would be. He'd recently asked Enid and other senior members

question Enid had in her mind was,

knew the answer but she hadn't felt

group to head to the Dungeon. They each had their heads bowed in reverent prayer as Beyn spoke to

the Great One watch over you and encourage you to embrace the creed of his kind. Selflessness, cooperation and unrelenting, unwavering faith. With