After wandering the streets for some time, Damon sat down at one of the local taverns to hear the gossip from the players. Perhaps something he hears could jog his memory.
He tried to drink some beer but it tasted like piss. He ordered some coffee instead and slowly sipped it, thinking about various things and eavesdropping.
Soon, almost an entire hour went by, and he had nothing to show. Just as he was preparing to leave, a new message from his friend list popped up. "Huh? From that little alchemist Arya?" Damon raised a brow.
The timid girl had sent him a message asking him for some help. She needed help with the dungeon Venomous Fangs. It was only a level 30 dungeon but the difficulty of the dungeon was insane.
Even in his last life, this particular dungeon was uncrackable for the first few weeks until poison resistance potions went for sale in the auction house.
