After they were done eating, the group finally decided it was time to head back home. The night air was crisp, and the streets of the town were still alive with activity. Lanterns swayed gently from wooden posts, casting flickering golden hues over cobblestone paths. Street vendors were packing up for the night, and the chatter of travelers filled the air.
Marcus and Jason, however, were not in the best condition. After consuming far too much ale, they were both staggering, their speech slurred and their steps uneven. Marcus was grinning foolishly, while Jason kept muttering nonsense about being the smartest man alive.
Sophia glanced at Liam as they walked. "Why didn't we get the next mission from the system yet? Aren't we strong enough now?"
Liam thought for a moment before responding, "Maybe we still need to keep improving our stats. The system probably wants us to reach a certain level first."
"That or it's just toying with us," Eleanor added, rolling her eyes.
