I hummed happily to myself as I watched about twenty notifications roll into the System, each one netting me roughly 8,000 experience each for a total of 162,422 experience, which pushed me over to Level 51, allowing me to place a point into my INT to bring it closer to matching my WIS.
My arcane stats were outpacing my physical stats with ease currently, though one real session of training with Lady Fenryas would fix that right up if I decided I wanted to enjoy the warm, welcoming comfort of a hell bent Wolf that was determined to break as many bones in my body and carve pieces off of me like I was a turkey.
I may be more than willing to break and cut into a living person however I pleased, but that didn't mean I wanted to be on the receiving end of that treatment if I could avoid it; it may be hypocritical of me, but who cares?
