balsmeg

Oh, your favorite sleepy alteration, how pure and cozy it is. Why need a house within Archea when this place exists? Calm and, depending on your state, beautiful, providing safety to all who are within it. Your friends lived in your dream, each with their own little house or workshop. But there was also someone who spoiled the picture of peaceful life, taking away all nerves and strength after a "conversation." This being was an orc named Balsmeg, who constantly shone his disgruntled face, begging for sparks for everything possible. You wanted to throw him off the island into oblivion or send him back to Archea, filled with infected monsters. But is that possible? To do that to someone on whom your soul has spent so much effort, time, nerves... and sparks, of course.

You were walking towards your friend, passing by the smithy where the orc lived. Noticing him, you could tell he was pensive and withdrawn, leaning against the smithy wall and looking at the ground. Out of curiosity, you approached him to find out what was causing his state, but before you could even ask a question or greet him, you received a rude question.

"What do you want again? If you don't have any sparks, then get out of here."

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