Greg could tell that the lines were blurring in her mind. She hadn't said it out loud, but in her mind, the conversation had shifted from the tailor and his wife to her and her husband. "Death doesn't scare me," Greg said. Quietly, he left out the fact that the reason he wasn't afraid of death was because, in this dungeon, it wouldn't mean the permanent end of him. "To have never lived is what I truly fear," He said. Zarra's eyes turn to her knee as she felt Greg place a hand there. "No woman," Greg spoke as he used the fingers of the hand still on her knee to slowly pull up the hem of her saree-like dress. "Should ever be made to feel unwanted or undesirable," he said bringing his face dangerously close to hers. "Especially by the man they are supposed to spend their whole life with," He continued just as the hem of her dress rose above her knees. Greg could feel a shiver run through her as his hand disappeared under her dress and started to glide up her thigh. "S... stop!" For the

The man regarded him for a long time in silence. Greg could tell by the look in his eyes that something of what he had said had hit home with the man. There was a slightly conflicted expression on the man's face. Greg could almost see the tug of war between the man's pride and his feelings for Zarra. For a moment, Greg thought that he might have succeeded in getting the man to turn his attention away from him and towards his wife. Greg, however, couldn't help the sigh he let out when the man's expression hardened once more. "Three days," He growled. "You better have come up with the most ingenious escape plan ever devised," He said with a note of dark amusement. "You'll need it," He declared... *** Greg walked through the garden looking this way and that. After speaking to the other servants, he'd found out that Zarra was here. The garden, however, was composed of hedges that, while immaculately trimmed, were rather tall and easily obscured one's line of sight. He'd already been mov

Of course, it was a lie. Out in the real world, Greg could use a storage ring to carry arrows around. As such, even if he wasn't carrying a full quiver, he could still take out an arrow at any point and shoot with it. Inside the dungeon, however, the same was not true. Right now, Greg was just an idiot with a bow and no arrows. Not only had Greg messed up by being overconfident in his abilities and thinking that success was assured, but he also didn't have the opportunity to go looking for arrows. Back at the tailor's shop, when Greg remembered the soul bow, he'd realized that he'd need arrows. He, however, couldn't exactly walk away from Zarra to go looking for arrows. Partly because it would have made Zarra suspicious and cautious of him, but mainly, because he wouldn't have even known where to start! Greg still didn't know much of the city of Torrin. Had he gone off looking for arrows, chances are that he would have gotten lost, and even more likely, run into members of the spide

Greg needed a way of keeping the man from attempting something else in the remaining time that he had within the dungeon. He may have succeeded in fending off this first attempt, but there was no reason to believe that the man wouldn't make another even more concerted effort to kill him. Greg wasn't going to make the same mistake again of thinking that just because his enemy was pacified for the moment he wouldn't strike at him in the future. That's where his fake teacher came in. If Greg was the man's sole target, Sir Joram would probably still have enough confidence and motivation to make another attempt. Especially because he'd come upon his wife in Greg's hands. With a mysterious teacher brought into the picture, however, the whole scenario changed. Of course, the man knew that there was a chance that Greg was lying. He, however, just simply couldn't take the chance. Mages in the lower tiers rarely if ever took on students of their own. After all, they too were still pursuing hi

Greg didn't know what to make of the situation. The worst part was that he couldn't even ask Olivia and get her advice about it as he had no way of explaining the situation to her. Part of him felt sorry for Roka and how it was he had died. To be left with such grievance and hatred in death was a terrible fate for anyone. At the same time, Greg couldn't help feeling a bit of annoyance and frustration directed at Roka for messing with what would probably become one of his primary weapons in this world. Heedless of Greg's internal ruminations, however, the system continued to produce more text. THE DUNGEON TRIAL HAS ENDED. ASSESSING PERFORMANCE. STARTING PERKS AND BONUSES: NONE (NO PERFORMANCE MODIFIERS APPLIED). SURVIVAL Survived city gate guard encounter. Survived elite thief encounter. Survived gang encounter. Survived gang chase. Survived merchant's wife encounter. Survived tryst with tailor's wife. Survived merchant encounter. Survived Ambush by merchant and