The Dragon's Wrath: Ashes of the Fallen

Chapter 41: Disbanding

(Sunday, May 23rd Game Day / Wednesday, February 17th Real Day)

Staring at the mutilated corpses of the goblins before me, I couldn't help but laugh a little. Here I am, sitting in the blood and flesh of my enemies while casually munching on the dried flesh of a rabbit. If there was ever a time to admit being desensitized, this was it.

The smell of congealing blood gave a unique iron-esque tinge to the odor of puke and urine that had been floating around. It was still a nasty smell, but we had become used to it by now. Looking down at myself, the stains that marred my white fur beyond recognition were already starting to dry and there was some lingering doubt that it would even wash out.

Well, at least I wouldn't be an entirely white and fluffy guy anymore.

I guess that's somewhat of an upgrade.

Taking a look at the [Old Dory] once more, I saw that it was a [Poor Quality - Common Grade] item. Basically, it was the second to worst condition an item could be in along with being the most generic. It was a step above complete junk, but just barely.

Inferior Quality was the lowest of the low, complete trash in any sense. Poor Quality was considered barely usable, while Decent Quality was alright. After that were Average, Good, Great, Exceptional, and then finally Legendary Quality. Item Grade followed in a similar ladder, from Common to Uncommon, Rare to Ultra Rare, and then Legendary last.

It went without saying that a shift up either category increased the value of an item exponentially. Well, for a beginner dungeon the loot wasn't that bad. A spear and shield were a great combination for tanking.

Tossing the [Old Dory] on the ground, I shook my head. It just wasn't what I was looking for. If only one of those goblins used an axe… oh well.

A quick glance at the in-game clock told me that the daylight period had ended and it was now dark outside. Somehow, we had spent nearly an hour and a half clearing eight groups of five mobs. That was fairly slow for clearing trash groups, but we weren't of the highest levels either. Still sitting on the ground, my questions of whether we would continue or not were answered in short as that archer-leader that had been silent since I took over, finally decided to talk once more.

"We've sorted all of the items that dropped in a pile here and we'll split everything based on value," the archer begrudgingly muttered.

I had no issue with that, fair loot principle is the best course of action with pickup groups, especially since you were unlikely to see each other again. Nodding my head in agreement, the female rogue had started to divvy up the items.

She looked in my direction twice before I decided to clear any confusion, "feel free to divide the items up as you see fit, I'm not particularly interested in any of it."

Confused by my statement, the rogue inquired. "You don't want the shield? You're the tank, you should take it." Well, I didn't even bother looking at the shield since I couldn't really use it anyways, I didn't have a one-handed weapon to go with it.

Shrugging my shoulders, I let her continue on with the sorting.

The total collection of loot amounted to forty weapons, one per goblin that was killed. Thirty-seven of those were inferior quality swords worth about ten copper coins a piece. Two poor quality swords worth around sixty copper coins and the last poor quality item was the spear, worth around thirty copper.

That spear was actually a better weapon despite the same grade and quality, but being simpler to produce with a smaller amount of iron it wasn't worth anywhere near as much. I figured a poor quality shield was probably worth fifty copper though, since it was banded together with iron rings and leather straps.

There were also four rings that dropped, each with a small enchantment of +2 to one random attribute. Having never seen an enchanted item in the North, I had absolutely no clue as to their appraised value.

I would have to trust the rogue here.

As I was thinking things out, the female rogue had put the shield, spear, and one of the two low-quality swords in one pile and divided the rest amongst the four of them. Then she called out to me, "the shield should be worth around one-hundred by itself. The rings are worth about thirty in town. Will this split work?"

Running the math in my head as best as I could, it seemed I had the largest split this way, but I was sure she was aware of that. A little confused since we already decided on equal distribution, I raised my concern.

"I believe my share is slightly larger, is that alright?" I asked plainly.

She let off a nice smile as she explained, "I figured you could use it, it's only a few copper anyways. Consider it payment for successfully tanking." She was definitely my favorite of the four… and quite possibly the smartest of the bunch as well.

"Ah, well thank you then."

As soon as I had said that, the four guild members grabbed their belongings and made their way to the exit without so much as a word to whether we were continuing on or not. As they reached the exit they said their thanks for the party and quietly left one after the other.

The group disbanded just like that.

Alone and relaxing by myself in the dungeon, I continued to munch on rabbit jerky while thinking things over. I kind of wanted to go to the next level, but my party had left without a word. In an effort to console myself, I walked over to check the loot.

Inspecting the shield first, my mouth nearly dropped to the floor.

The [Old Aspis] was a [Decent Quality - Uncommon Grade].

It wasn't an inferior quality or even a poor quality piece. It was of decent quality and of an uncommon grade… that girl.

This was worth at least two-hundred copper and she should have known.

She did me a favor.

I wasn't a big fan of favors.

Well, I would repay it in some fashion later. Debts were not something to be carried around. Having concluded my business and with nothing else to do in the lonely dungeon, I soon left as well.