NATHANIEL
A sword and a mount/familiar, not to mention an intense boost to his abilities, he was now level five almost level six, yet he could not figure out why all this was given to him. Nathaniel was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but everything just seemed so convenient. He understood the importance of time, and the fact that his sisters could be dead or undergoing great torture at this very moment. Nathaniel did not want to make a mistake by accepting something he should not. He did not even understand what it meant to be a Druid of the first circle. It was as if with every moment that passed, Zion was becoming less and less of a game, and more like a real world with an interface.
But the druid tree did not have any answer for him, or the answer would be it didn’t wan
