Innverse Stats | 10.41 T

Name	Text
Barnethei	Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.
The Adventurer’s Haven	Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.
[Wizard]	Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.
[Innkeeper]	A raggedy kid with no prospects sitting in a magical inn as the [Innkeeper] looked him up and down, a short, black-skinned woman who didn’t seem like a former Named-rank, asking him where he’d come from and why he wanted to work for her.
Barnethei	Hard work had gotten him the job and his first real class. From that day, for the next twenty years, Barnethei had worked hard, and it had paid off.
Barnethei	Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.
[Vice Innkeeper of Spells]	Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.
Izril	Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.
[Guildmaster]	Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.
Larracel Delais	Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.
Barnethei	That’s why Barnethei valued hard work, you see. Hard work made things happen. It was also, incidentally, why he hated The Wandering Inn. Oh, he was sure they worked hard, but you had to compare his life, twenty years of backbreaking effort to reach his level, to…her.
The Wandering Inn	That’s why Barnethei valued hard work, you see. Hard work made things happen. It was also, incidentally, why he hated The Wandering Inn. Oh, he was sure they worked hard, but you had to compare his life, twenty years of backbreaking effort to reach his level, to…her.
Erin Solstice	Erin Solstice, who, if the rumors were true, had passed his level in two years flat. Which was impossible, it had to be. Or if it was true…it wasn’t fair, and he hated it. He didn’t hate her or even her inn, really, though it wasn’t up to his standards.
Barnethei	He hated the idea of her inn. The entire way it operated with that off-the-cuff chaos, the lack of organization, the spirited amateurishness of it all. Barnethei liked having the plan, executing the plan, and watching it all go according to said plan. His inn would have everything set. Staff, supplies, location, entertainment—the works.
Invrisil	He’d been prepping for this day for the last four years, and now it was coming true. Not as he’d thought, an inn around Invrisil or in one of the Walled Cities; somewhere even better.
Walled Cities	He’d been prepping for this day for the last four years, and now it was coming true. Not as he’d thought, an inn around Invrisil or in one of the Walled Cities; somewhere even better.
Larracel Delais	The New Lands. Truly new lands, and he was poised to open an inn that would make both his and Larracel’s fortunes skyrocket. After all, if you could place an inn in an area that would become a major crossroads and establish yourself as the premier spot for adventurers and the important to mingle, then you’d monopolize the region.
Larracel Delais	That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.
Izril	That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.
[Innkeeper]	That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.
Izril	That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.
Barnethei	Barnethei was honestly hazy about the future past his own inn being a success. He liked the concrete goal there; he’d worry about the future after a decade of making this the best place he could be. He was going to work hard, and that paid off. Hard work = success. His equation for life.
Larracel Delais	The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.
Larracel Delais	The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.
[Innkeeper]	The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.

Barnethei

Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.

The Adventurer’s Haven

Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.

[Wizard]

Hard work meant something to Barnethei. He’d been a boy, fourteen years old and tiny as could be, when he’d first reached The Adventurer’s Haven—run by a retired [Wizard] and Named-rank adventurer—and begged for the free piece of bread and a job.

[Innkeeper]

A raggedy kid with no prospects sitting in a magical inn as the [Innkeeper] looked him up and down, a short, black-skinned woman who didn’t seem like a former Named-rank, asking him where he’d come from and why he wanted to work for her.

Barnethei

Hard work had gotten him the job and his first real class. From that day, for the next twenty years, Barnethei had worked hard, and it had paid off.

Barnethei

Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.

[Vice Innkeeper of Spells]

Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.

Izril

Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.

[Guildmaster]

Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.

Larracel Delais

Not fast, not all the time. Twenty years was an age, but at 34 years old, Barnethei was now a Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper of Spells]. Level 42—forty levels in twenty years. From nothing but a runaway kid to the face of Izril’s most famous and prosperous inn. He talked to nobility daily, he’d met more Named-ranks than most Adventurer’s Guild [Guildmasters] had, he’d entertained monarchs in the inn, and he was about to start his own inn with Larra’s blessing.

Barnethei

That’s why Barnethei valued hard work, you see. Hard work made things happen. It was also, incidentally, why he hated The Wandering Inn. Oh, he was sure they worked hard, but you had to compare his life, twenty years of backbreaking effort to reach his level, to…her.

The Wandering Inn

That’s why Barnethei valued hard work, you see. Hard work made things happen. It was also, incidentally, why he hated The Wandering Inn. Oh, he was sure they worked hard, but you had to compare his life, twenty years of backbreaking effort to reach his level, to…her.

Erin Solstice

Erin Solstice, who, if the rumors were true, had passed his level in two years flat. Which was impossible, it had to be. Or if it was true…it wasn’t fair, and he hated it. He didn’t hate her or even her inn, really, though it wasn’t up to his standards.

Barnethei

He hated the idea of her inn. The entire way it operated with that off-the-cuff chaos, the lack of organization, the spirited amateurishness of it all. Barnethei liked having the plan, executing the plan, and watching it all go according to said plan. His inn would have everything set. Staff, supplies, location, entertainment—the works.

Invrisil

He’d been prepping for this day for the last four years, and now it was coming true. Not as he’d thought, an inn around Invrisil or in one of the Walled Cities; somewhere even better.

Walled Cities

He’d been prepping for this day for the last four years, and now it was coming true. Not as he’d thought, an inn around Invrisil or in one of the Walled Cities; somewhere even better.

Larracel Delais

The New Lands. Truly new lands, and he was poised to open an inn that would make both his and Larracel’s fortunes skyrocket. After all, if you could place an inn in an area that would become a major crossroads and establish yourself as the premier spot for adventurers and the important to mingle, then you’d monopolize the region.

Larracel Delais

That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.

Izril

That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.

[Innkeeper]

That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.

Izril

That was the dream. He’d hit Level 50 before the age of 40, and Larra would have enough to retire on and bring all her friends into retirement with her, the Named-ranks she cared about. Then he might be managing two inns or a network of Havens, and from there? Four, five top-level inns across Izril? You’d pull so much gold and influence in you could do anything. Start a full guild for [Innkeepers], hire or buy out all the inns across Izril, upscale even more.

Barnethei

Barnethei was honestly hazy about the future past his own inn being a success. He liked the concrete goal there; he’d worry about the future after a decade of making this the best place he could be. He was going to work hard, and that paid off. Hard work = success. His equation for life.

Larracel Delais

The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.

Larracel Delais

The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.

[Innkeeper]

The problem was…at some point, he had realized that his boss, his beloved prickly, magical Larra, known as Larracel the Haven, the Level 50 [Innkeeper]/[Wizard] hybrid—she didn’t believe in hard work.

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