|Anonymous Ring||Epic Ring|
|Raid damage: 1600|
Duel power: 208
|6. The bard dropped her head to the countertop. "Make Anonymous the stars of an epic. I'm doomed," she moaned, pounding her fist in time to her words.
"Well, let's think about this. Every problem has a solution." The innkeeper quietly moved the tankard a few feet out of the way of her hand.
"Can't think." The bard's voice was muffled, distorted by how her face was squashed against the wood. "I'm still too sober."
"You can barely stand."
"That's still too sober right now."
"You know..." The man's eyes grew a little distant as he focused on this strange dilemma. "I think I might have a solution."
|Part of Anonymous Set|