Nine more for the big upgrade, he reminded himself. Nine more levels and he could pick a skill to either gain a buttload of Willpower or Strength, along with all the other powerful effects with the associated skill. Sadly, Hawkie was too impatient to allow him just to sit down and work.
The bird chirped at him to get moving already. It was only able to recover as quickly as it had because of his potions, but he didn’t blame the thing. They had only gotten in a single hunting session after returning, so he also felt a bit restless himself.
It had been a rather boring one that was just killing a few weaker flare crows and cloud elementals. Not enough to net either him or the hawk any levels, but he felt like he was close. Another quick hunt, and he should reach 90 and gain a new skill. One
