Chapter 1.07

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Released on: March 3, 2017, 8:50 p.m.

Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:44 p.m.

Book: The Wandering Inn (1)

Most mentioned character

100 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Relc Grasstongue	21
Klbkch	19
Rags	2

Most mentioned class

4 mentions

[Guard]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Chieftain]	2
[Gatherer]	2
[Innkeeper]	2

Most mentioned skill

1 mentions

[Bad Fruit Detector]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Basic Crafting]	1
[Detect Poison]	1

Most mentioned location

2 mentions

Liscor

Mentions

Name	Text
Erin Solstice	Erin woke up with a big smile on her face.
Erin Solstice	It came when she was eating more blue fruit and she realized she was using two hands. Erin had to stop and stare at her left palm for a while. She poked the clean, unscarred, uncut skin and grinned.
Healing Slime	“Healing potions are awesome.”
Klbkch	“Klbkch and…Drake Guy.”
Erin Solstice	Erin sighed as the memories returned and gave her a hard time.
[Innkeeper]	“Seriously. They were so normal. But apparently I’m normal too. There are other Humans around here at least. But leveling? Classes? Am I an [Innkeeper]? Do I innkeep? How does that work?”
Erin Solstice	Erin poked her chest. She felt there should be some sense of accomplishment from within, but all she felt was vaguely full. But she remembered.
[Basic Crafting]	“[Basic Crafting]. Might as well give it a shot. I’m out of fruit, anyways.”
Erin Solstice	It was an uneventful trip to the blue fruit trees. As Erin gazed up at the blue fruits, she wondered for the first time how many there were left to eat. She counted.
Erin Solstice	Erin touched the pocket of her jeans and heard the clink of coins. Right, she had some money. But how much was it? And more importantly, how could she spend it? It wasn’t as if she could eat metal.
Erin Solstice	Grumbling to herself, Erin loaded up with blue fruits. It was getting annoying carrying them all by hand. She dropped a lot of them, which bruised the skin and made the fruit taste mushy. So why not try making something?
Erin Solstice	Erin stared at the ground. She had…grass. She stared at the trees. She had wood. But she had no way of cutting that wood, so it was no good. She didn’t know how to make things. Even if you gave her…rope, or string, and pieces of wood or something, Erin didn’t see how that equated to a basket.
Erin Solstice	Erin stared at the ground. She had…grass. She stared at the trees. She had wood. But she had no way of cutting that wood, so it was no good. She didn’t know how to make things. Even if you gave her…rope, or string, and pieces of wood or something, Erin didn’t see how that equated to a basket.
Erin Solstice	Yet as she stared at the grass, something in Erin’s head lit up. She frowned suddenly.
Erin Solstice	Erin hunkered down and started picking the longer clumps of grass and testing their durability. She started tying knots and cutting with the knife.
Erin Solstice	Knots? Erin knew the most basic, weakest knots where you just folded two sides of string over each other and the shoelace knot, but she couldn’t tie that unless she had a…shoe. However, suddenly, she was weaving the grass together in ways she hadn’t thought of. But now that she was doing it—it was obvious. If you had big pieces of fabric, string, or grass, of course you could tie them together to form a net. And that would be the base of your basket…
Erin Solstice	It was like someone had bridged the tentative idea from what she needed with actual understanding. Erin found she had to focus on her task—she couldn’t just go on autopilot, but at the same time there was a certainty in what she was doing. And in less than twenty minutes, she was looking at a basket made of grass.
Erin Solstice	Erin held up the basket and inspected it. It was lightweight, but durable. Wide strands at the bottom wove together to form a decent mesh, and it even had a handle made of three big leaves braided together! She experimentally tossed all the blue fruits she’d gathered into it and lifted it. The grass basket pulled downwards, but the woven handle didn’t tear.
Erin Solstice	Was it tacky? Yes. Did she feel like she should be dancing with pom poms on a deserted island? Yes. Was that a terrible thought to have? Probably. And should she feel ashamed of herself? Erin already was. But she had a basket.
Erin Solstice	What could you do with a basket? Well, you could eat and walk at the same time since you had a free hand. Erin cored a few blue fruits and hung on to the seed pods. Then she went looking for eggs.