Daniel listened casually to his story of being a merchant. Only once a year did they get an hour to roam the area and move their tent.
"Hmm… okay," Daniel said, lifting his hand in a small gesture before turning to leave the area.
He was now in the middle of the map, heading east. Kabin had told him that he would find other merchants like himself along the way.
Glancing at his map and compass, he followed the path. But instead of walking straight along the dirt trail, he chose to move sideways, weaving from tree to tree, careful of the wild animals near the path.
"Status," he whispered, crouching behind a tree.
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Name: Lizardo
HP: 460/460
Mana: 300/300
Status: Hostile
Description: A feral wild lizard known for its venomous spit. When its poison fully stacks on a target, the victim loses 20 health points over 10 seconds.
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"Shit… there are too many of these creatures blocking my way," he muttered, counting them carefully.
