I have the advantage. I know the deep lore.
And?
To make matters even better?
I haven’t had to say a word.
“You must be the new farmer Lord Lazul mentioned would be helping us get back on our feet!” Pyro—the bold, kind adventurer I normally settle for after I finish mourning Samson’s romantic unavailability—sets his gloved hands on his hips by a modest collection of daggers. “We could always use another hard worker around here. If you get a hankering for adventure, come see me and I’ll think about setting you up with one of my old training swords. The Ridge can be dangerous without a weapon of some kind.”
Smiling, I nod, and he waves before continuing down the cobbled streets, toward his third surveillance round on the outskirts of town.
I’m so happy I could cry.
Pleaselet this be real life.
I could joyously live here, especially if the hints of realism melded with my usual gameplay mean the general store has cleaning supplies. I will get so promptly started on making my wee farmhouse something less…webby, more homey.
I will purchase a real broom.
It will be beautiful.
And once I have a half-decent place to live, I’ll begin my millionaire schemes.
Basement of perfectly aged wine coming right up!
I just need to find the right seeds, figure out farming, learn how to craft, set up an alcohol creation station, and hope it still only takes about a week for wine to perfectly age, so I can sell it for thousands of coins.
All whilst completing early-game quests and wooing Samson.
First things first, I need to see how this realism mod has affected my ability to upgrade my house and tools. Doing anything with starter tools is agony incarnate. In-game, it takes three days between all upgrades, but I have a feeling that’s not entirely realistic timing. Upgrading my house is likely an entire project, so I’ll shelve that for now.
Tools come first.
Which means I need money and supplies…which means I need to get that starter sword from Pyro…talk to Slate…unlock the mine and…ugh.
There’s a lot to do.
If the hunger gnawing away at my gut is any indication, my energy bar isn’t exactly concrete. I am a person with person levels of energy that will hopefully upgrade naturally as I gain stamina from activity. Feeding myself is no longer a suggestion or a response to low HP.
Hate that for me, actually.
I blame my astigmatism for this inconvenience.
Heading past what I know is an overpriced sweets shop, I enter the general store and grin upon seeing the aisles of shop goods spread out before me.
What were once unidentifiable colored bottles on my computer screen are now clear. Toothpaste. Shampoo. Cleaning solutions. A broom!
Oh no.
I need a lot of things.
All the things, actually.
This is moving into my own apartment all over again, except I don’t have a modest collection of stuff I robbed from my parents’ home to help with the transition…
Strictly speaking, I don’t even have the inventory space for what I need, and I really did want to see Peri’s husband, Gabbro the carpenter, about the cost of a stable bed. Assuming I can afford a whole bed, though, how will I transport it?
Can I shove an entire bed in my backpack within the constraints of the realism mod?
