Entering the room, Marvin listened as Kyle choked out the story of what had happened to him.
After the first rescue mission for the female knight had failed, the wild sorcerer had wanted to pull himself together and try again.
But in Friendly Arm at the time, more and more adventurers were failing their missions by the day. Many had begun to doubt the Grand Duchess's quest and were unwilling to go to Cloakwood Forest.
As a result, the wild sorcerer's adventuring party waited a long time without finding any suitable new companions.
The other party members could not stand wasting time and living off their savings, and wanted to seek opportunities elsewhere.
But Kyle wanted to remain in Friendly Arm.
The conflict between both sides grew worse and worse. After a huge argument, the adventuring party could only disband and go their separate ways.
Feeling utterly disheartened, the wild sorcerer simply left Friendly Arm and came to Rivington, beginning a life of endless revelry, day and night blurring together. His money soon ran out, and he had to survive by selling off his belongings.
One late night, after battling two wood elf girls for two days and two nights, he left Sharess' Caress utterly drained and staggered along the silent, deserted Wyrm's Crossing.
"At the time, I was lamenting that the human body always had its limits. Even if magic and all sorts of drugs could temporarily keep one vigorous in bed, the price of overtaxing the body would only be delayed, never erased—" the wild sorcerer recalled painfully.
"Then I ran into an old woman. She had set up a stall and was selling all kinds of strange potions. She said her name was some Auntie Ethel—
She looked kind and friendly. I'd had a lot to drink,