The rest of the dungeon went quickly. Chase felt mollified by Thomasi's openness, enough so that her mood didn't affect the others anymore.

There was still much to discuss, but if she died here she'd at least die knowing some of the secrets she hadn't known before.

Wow. Morbid, Chase thought to herself, as the notion occurred to her. Then again, it was hard to escape.

The goblins in here didn't act like regular people should. Or even like monsters should. They charged when the odds were impossible, they never ran even when they were losing, and they went to their deaths without a second thought. It was creepy, really. Like they were goblin-shaped puppets, acting out a play.

That made it a little more tolerable. The death and blood still irked her, and seeing her friends killing their way through bothered her more, but if she could pretend the goblins weren't real, then it wasn't so bad.

That's what they think of us, though, Chase's eyes lingered on Thomasi.

But that way lay dark moods, and pursuing that wagon train of thought down its particular path would only lead to the others noticing and suffering again.

Finally, after the eighth cavern, they emerged into a big room. Hewn from rock, it was covered in stolen tapestries, strewn with thatch and bone, wickerwork supporting skulls in a sort of awning leading up to a throne that had once been an outhouse. Someone had knocked three of the walls off, leaving one bloated goblin sitting there, wearing a crude crown of wood and metal scraps.

“Hoomans!” He yelled, and the warriors kneeling before him turned, glaring. “You have invaded my cave! Storied cave of Gnawtoe tribe! Once you is hear our rich and colorful history, you will be honored to fall before us! It all started when—”

BLAM!

The king's head jerked back, black blood painted the back wall of the 'throne', and Cagna lowered her smoking gun. “Pass.” the Detective said.

Thomasi wasn't much help during the short but brutal fight that ensued. He was too busy leaning on the wall and laughing.

Chase wasn't laughing. She was too busy healing, because the goblins were literally coming out of the walls. Cagna and Renny's elemental both took flanks, while she pressed her back to a solid patch of cave next to Thomasi and Renny, and focused on keeping everyone alive.

“Signature Move: You Shall Not Pass!” Bastien roared, and suddenly it got a lot easier. Instead of having to split her attention between healing the Cagna and the elemental, she could focus on the Muscle Wizaard alone... which was good, because he was taking the brunt of pretty much all of the goblins' ire.

This was the only fight they'd run into that truly worried her... and it did make Chase glad for her talk with Bastien earlier. Complacency might have made her lax, and it would have been his life on the line.

But she was not complacent. She dumped most of her sanity into healing, while the others got to the business of killing, and by the end of it she was down pretty far.

Doesn't matter, Chase knew. In a second here...

She waited. Nothing happened. Her friends looked around then relaxed, tending to their injuries and checking over their weapons in their usual post-battle rituals.

“Um,” Chase broke the silence. “Shouldn't we have gotten a level from that?”

“No,” Thomasi said, shooting her a look. “Why?”

“We... just survived a dangerous situation?”

“Not really,” Bastien said. “I've had worse. Only had to use one or two skills. And you had my back.”

“This is a low-level dungeon,” Thomasi said. “You can see the party screen, right? You can see my levels?”

“I can,” she said, eyeing the list.

Thomasi Jacobi Venturi

Human 17 HP 227

Duelist 11 SAN 175

Grifter 18 STA 320

Model 12 MOX 536

Ringmaster 28 FOR 268

Tamer 10

Tailor 12

“Well, those goblins we've been killing have been between levels five and seven,” Thomasi said. “I've been deliberately holding back to see if you'd get more experience that way, but no dice, it seems. And since I was ready to step in if things got tough, the system knows that and refuses to give you the experience that you'd get otherwise.”

“Wait...” Chase said, frowning. “When we were talking with Don Coltello, and it looked like he might murder me, I got levels for talking my way out of that. Are you saying you WOULDN'T step in if he'd decided to do that?”

Thomasi shot her a hurt look. “Of course I would have stepped in! But we weren't in a party then, so the system didn't count it.”

“That makes no sense,” Chase furrowed her brow... then she shook her head. “We're getting distracted. And I'm low on sanity, so that's probably why.”

“Guys!” Renny said, from next to the throne. “I found it!”

Chase closed her eyes. I'm too low on sanity for this. But... I prepared for this, didn't I?

A quick rummage brought out her blue potions, and she drank two of them, let them settle.

Mana Potion recovers your Sanity and Moxie by 50!

Mana Potion recovers your Sanity by 50 and Moxie by 13!

And as sanity returned, so did clarity. She checked her status screen soberly... still down a few sanity points, but not enough to be worth another potion.

Then Chase looked over to where Bastien and Cagna were drinking their own potions, and she dug out her second-to-last mana potion and drank it anyway.

Their lives were on the line. They were depending on her to be their healer. She would not let them down. Not over a five-gold potion.

Moving around the throne, she stared at the hole in the world.

Black-edged, hard to see until you were up on it, an eerie green light flickered and played out into the small space behind the throne.

“Is there something there?” Thomasi asked. Chase started in surprise, glanced up to find him squatting behind her, peering over her shoulder.

“It's right there,” Renny said, putting a paw into the hole...

...and he was gone.

“No!” Chase said. “Crud! Go, go, everyone go!” And then she took her own advice and jumped in after her friend.

This was not the plan... but few of her plans had ever gone without hitches, now had they? No time to think about it, the only thing she could do was improvise. Trusting her instincts, trusting her visions, trusting that Hoon wouldn't have empowered her so if he were going to throw her life away here... trusting the world and her place in it Chase jumped in and hoped the others wouldn't hesitate.

It wasn't like she thought it would be.

One second she was in the goblin throne room. The next she was nowhere. Blackness darker than night, darker than a moonless overcast sky, crushing and absolute filled the world, was the world... yet somehow she could see.

And from off to one side, flickering green light, eerie and inconstant, dancing and foreboding.

Chase turned...

...and then something crashed into her, and she went tumbling. Above her, Cagna swore.

“We're blocking the entrance,” Chase said, rubbing her head as she stood and half-ran forward. “Let's...”

She came to a halt, as she saw what lay ahead.

Green pillars, standing on black nothingness, and stretching up to a... sky? Green numbers and letters flashed and flickered in patterns that her mind couldn't quite catch. It reminded her of when Hoon had shown her the world— the true world, shorn of mortal perceptions.

But that wasn't the worrisome part.

Shapes were moving through the pillars, great hulking shapes that she knew too well by now. The werewolves that Tabita had brought in with her moved among the pillars, reaching into them and pulling out screaming goblins. Blood followed, and Chase froze in horror. Somehow, though she couldn't say how, she knew that these weren't like the goblins in the dungeon. They LOOKED like them, but they screamed, they wept, they begged for mercy... and mercy was not given.

Then one of the werewolves looked her way, and she scrambled, reaching for a rock...

...only to stop as a plush paw whacked her on the knee with strength unbecoming to a toy fox.

“Ow!” She choked off her yell.

The werewolf looking her way shook his head, then turned back to the goblin he was eating.

“We're behind an illusion,” Renny whispered. “Sight and sound. It's not perfect and they have really sharp senses so try not to move or be loud.”

“Renny, did I tell you I'm really glad you're smart?” Chase whispered. “Because I'm really glad you're smart. Really, really glad about that,” she said, trying to peer through the grove of pillars.

“No, but thank you.” The little golem stood a bit taller.

Behind her, the Muscle Wizaard grunted as he came in, and Chase turned in time to see Thomasi following. She whipped a finger to her lips and shushed them, as Renny bounced over and explained the situation.

Chase left him to do that, and kept peering into the darkness.

And after a moment, she found what she was looking for.

PER+1

It was comforting to see the words, as her eyes sharpened. Comforting to know that even in this weirdling space, the rules that she'd lived with all her life still applied.

But that comfort was secondary. She'd found Tabita. And just like in her vision, the werewolf was sitting in the central part of things. She had the false skin in one hand and a knife in the other.

With a shudder, she became a dwarf again, and started undressing.

She looked like she was going to throw up, and for a second, for just a second, Chase had sympathy for her. Chase knew what Tabita was going to do, and it was a nightmare.

Then another goblin screamed and died, and Chase lost that sympathy.

“She made her choice long ago,” Chase whispered.

“Yes.” Thomasi said, squatting next to her. “And there's the new Alpha.”

“Mercutio,” Chase said, staring at the black-furred werewolf. He was talking with a few of the others, gesturing toward the pillars, and back to the entrance. “I'd hoped we would beat him here. This is going to make things tougher.”

“My Scouter skill says he's a top-notch Burglar, and a middling Duelist,” Cagna said. “That rapier's going to be a problem.”

Chase rubbed her chin. “Thomasi, can you help? You're a Duelist too.”

“No.”

The answer derailed her train of thought. Chase stared up at him, and he was staring at Tabita, his face stern and sad and angry all at the same time.

“Why?” she whispered.

“You need to distract them. Renny, help me get over there without her noticing. Can you do that?”

“Yes, but... why?”

“I'm going to swap out the skins.”

“She's holding it!”

And just as Chase said that, Tabita put the skin down, put both hands on the knife, and started cutting.

“Oh gods,” Chase whispered, and looked away. “Fine. Do it. Just... this is your shot. If you fail...”

“I won't. Not this time. Not again,” Thomasi whispered, and then he was moving.

“I'll have to drop the screen, Chase!” Renny whispered.

“We're ready,” Cagna said, moving up to her left. Bastien gently pushed Chase behind him.

“Are you?” he rumbled.

And just as he did so, Mercutio looked up, eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. He waved the werewolves along with him, and they dropped their goblins, moving toward the hidden group.

“Silver Tongue. Do it,” Chase patted Renny, then pushed on Bastien until he let her pass.

The four friends stepped out and the werewolves stopped. Growling rose from the first couple.

“Tollen tried to bite me,” Chase called out. “Just like you knew he would.”

Mercutio was silent for a bit, and Chase used the time to Diagnose him. Something he'd said earlier had caught her attention, something about conditions...

...but no. He had no conditions. No debuffs. He'd either been misrepresenting his powers, or confused about the terminology.

“I'm sorry about that,” Mercutio said. “But that doesn't matter now. You need to turn around and walk out of here.”

“No.” Chase said. “We have questions, and we need answers.” She couldn't see Thomasi anymore, and supposed that was a good thing.

“Questions.” Mercutio rumbled. “If that's all you want is to talk, then come out from behind the old man, there.”

“I have a name,” Bastien rumbled.

“Your name is meat...” one of the other werewolves growled.

“Shut it, Giacomo,” Mercutio cuffed him. But he kept his eyes on Chase. “Come closer, Medium.”

It was a trick.

It was obviously a trap.

There was no way it wasn't...

Beyond him, Tabita paused in her gruesome work and looked up, staring around wildly. For a second Chase's heartbeat raced...

...then the woman shuddered, throwing drops of blood everywhere. Again she looked down, and again she raised the knife.

I have to give him his chance, Chase knew.

For Thomasi, for her friend, she shoved aside caution and stepped forward. “My hands are empty,” she called. “You know I'm no match for you. I am no threat and mean you no harm. Can you say the same?”

“Spoken like a true Grifter,” Mercutio rumbled.

But he stepped forward. His rapier stayed belted around his waist. Step by step they walked toward each other, heading for the halfway point behind the groups.

“Silent Activation, Foresight,” she mouthed.

Your Silent Activation skill is now level 30!

Chase watched her shadowy self walk forward and stop before Mercutio. He didn't kill her, so that was good. But she knew that ten seconds was a short time, painfully short.

Letting fate work, she finished the movement, feeling the tension in her chest ease as Mercutio did the same.

The werewolf spoke first.

“What I'm trying to figure out, what's got me puzzled and confused is why you're here. Why the HELL are you here, girl? What do you hope to achieve?”

“She's a player, and she's going to where players go. I want to see how this works.”

Your Silver Tongue skill is now level 19!

“It's not a place we can follow.” Mercutio closed his eyes, but not before Chase caught a glimpse of emotion in them. Sorrow? That was the most likely candidate. That would make the next bit tricky... there were a couple approaches here, and they all had seemed risky.

“Silent Activation, Foresight,” she mouthed, barely moving her lips. She watched herself speak, watched the werewolf snatch her up and roar in her face. Okay, nope, not that way. “Silent Activation, Foresight,” she spoke again while Mercutio's eyes werew still closed.

There. THAT one went better. The pain in her chest turned to an ache, but she rode it out until she could speak. “What if we could?”

Your Silent Activation Skill is now level 31!

Your Foresight Skill is now level 40!

“Don't be ridiculous. We're her dreams. She's the sleeper here. She gets to go back, and we don't.”

“Really? Are you sure about that? Is she sure about that?” Chase spared her a glance, then looked away. It was hard to tell how much of the player's grisly work was done, the blood was everywhere. “She said that she doesn't know how this works, pretty much admitted this was a long shot. What if the magic she works, the... glitch? What if the glitch can pull other people through as well?”

She looked back to find Mercutio leaning closer. “You have my full attention,” he said, clearly pondering the matter. “Go on.”

Well that's good, but not good enough, Chase said, rubbing her chin... where am I going with this? I need to see how he reacts. She muttered “Silent Activation, Foresight,” as she took her hand from her face, and his eyes followed her fingers for a second. Fortunately the answer she chose seemed to work.

Your Foresight skill is now level 41!

“Basically I'm seeing a chance for ALL the gold. Not just a one-time payoff.” Chase spread her hands. “A new world? One without magic? What's to stop us from going in there and taking what we want? What's to stop us from using our magic to be kings or queens or whatever?” She smiled.

Your Silver Tongue skill is now level 20!

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Chase's eyes flicked over to the werewolf's clawed hand, where it tapped against the hilt of the rapier.

“I admit that's tempting,” Mercutio said.

This is a new tell, Chase thought. Why is he...

Then it occurred to her.

He was marking the seconds.

He's marking out the seconds from when I used foresight!

INT+1

Panic then, and as his finger tapped the hilt for the tenth time she tried to run, found herself frozen, frozen for just a bit too long...

...as he lashed out and the world blurred. She squeaked, and found herself pushed up against a furry chest, with one of his arms holding her snugly in place.

Chase heard the whining of steel on leather as the rapier slid free, and a coolness on her throat as he twisted it to her neck.

“Chase!” Renny yelled, and raised his paws.

“Drop her!” Cagna snarled, pulling out her pistol and aiming above Chase... until Mercutio shifted her, and she was looking down the barrel of the gun.

“You're making a mistake BIG TIME, buddy!” The Muscle Wizaard boomed.

“Ten seconds. Ten seconds, that's your trick, isn't it?” Mercutio growled. “Ten seconds into the future.”

“How did you know?” Chase didn't have to fake the quaver in her voice.

“You think you're the only Oracle out there? That first time we met, you were shouting foresight like a lunatic! We went and found an Oracle and asked him what the hell you were doing. And I know you can silently activate things, so it was just a matter of counting time from when I saw your lips move.”

She closed her eyes. It was irritating, finding out that she'd underestimated somebody. Chase knew full well the value of your enemy underestimating you, and finding it turned around here was galling, to say the least. “Well played,” she murmured.

“Thanks. You lot, relax, you'll get her back.” Mercutio raised his voice. “Put down your weapons, and we wait. As soon as Tabita's back home, we're leaving this place.”

“Okay! Okay, that's fine. You can put me down, I wasn't planning on trying anything anyway!” Chase said, flailing her feet a bit for dramatic effect.

“Nope. Stop kicking or my hand might slip. I don't trust you one bit.”

Chase stopped flailing. Her feet had told her what she needed to know, anyway. Her head was resting on Mercutio's lower chest, which meant her hand was... yes, there was the leather of his belt.

She had the glimmerings of a plan, but it was a desperation move. “This is pointless. The army is coming for you. And if Tabita succeeds you'll have to face them alone! If she fails, then...”

Chase thought about using foresight, discarded the idea. Mercutio was holding her close, he'd likely feel or detect her talking, hell at this distance he could probably smell her breath when she opened her mouth.

So she decided to risk it. “If she fails, then the Inquisition will get her. They're sending someone along with the army. Some evil witch named Camerlengo Zenobia.”

“Aht?” Tabita shrieked.

“What? Who? What are you talking about?” Mercutio twitched, and for a horrible second Chase felt cold pain on her throat...

...but then it was gone, and the blade was off her neck. “Sorry, sorry!” Mercutio said. “She's alive! Seriously, drop your weapons! I was surprised, that's all!”

“Zeno'ia...” Tabita roared, and her voice was filled with such distortion and rage that Chase almost shook to hear it. “Here? Now? I'll ... no. No, I hah to go. I hah to...”

“Grace.”

Thomasi's voice rung through the room. And though it wasn't loud, it cut through the noise, stopped the rising tension cold, and drew all eyes to him... even Chase, though she had to turn, and felt the blood ooze from her neck as she beheld the Ringmaster emerging from between the pillars.

“Grace,” he repeated, staring at Tabita. “I've got her taken care of. Let it go.”

“Hoh...” the skinless thing that had been Tabita said, and Chase felt her gorge rise, forced herself to shut her eyes as it spoke without lips.

Off to the side Cagna vomited, and that didn't help one bit.

“Oh Grace... what you've done to yourself,” Thomasi said, stepping forward.

“Tay ack! Tay ack you gihter!” Tabita screeched.

“As you wish. But look... look at this. You have to go through with it. You have to try. You really think you'll get up the nerve to do this TWICE?”

Dead silence, as green letters flickered between worlds.

“No,” Tabita gasped. “No.”

“Then do it. And if the gods are grateful, then maybe you'll pull me along with you.”

Silence again, broken only by the Loup Garou's gasping. “Noh I see. Noh I see your lan. Hoh nuch of dis? How nuch uss you acting eehind de scenes?”

And Chase wondered the same thing. Had he intended this all along?

But it didn't matter. He was her friend If he wanted to go home, then he could try it here.

“Otay. Otay. Hine. No ricks.”

“No tricks. Do it before you lose your nerve! Do it, Grace!” Thomasi shouted.

“Hnnnn.... Ritual Skin!”

The world stopped.

Everything slowed down.

Not in the same way as her foresight. There were no ghosts here. There was just a sense that everything was stuttering, everything was caught between the seconds, that the world itself had come up against a great invisible wall and was beating itself senseless and shaking everything and everyone ion it to bits. She turned her head and for a second she saw the world as she'd seen it with Hoon, and everyone was numbers and letters, coiled together so tightly that they were garbled and incomprehensible... but they weren't, because somewhere something was reading them.

Then the screaming started, and stopped again, and started again as the world did its thing, breaking like an arrythmic heart, gasping along and shuddering and she realized that everyone in the core chamber was screaming and she was screaming too.

But none of them screamed louder than Tabita.

Another jerk and the numbers were invisible again, save for those flowing overhead. Another skip, and the world stopped stuttering, as everyone turned to stare at Tabita...

...or rather, the garbled mess where Tabita had been.

No longer skinless, but not whole, a bloody hand poked out above her, fading in from blurry air. One of its fingers was replaced by an eye, which blinked. Her head was half bisected by a patch of the fur, that drifted down impossibly long and stretched, disappearing into the blackness that served for a floor, here.

Those were the most recognizable parts of the woman. Everything in between was blurred and glowing, but in weird patterns, square like blocks, flesh and fur colored blocks that melded into each other. The overall effect was like colored crystals of salt or something similar, all jumbled together in a standing heap.

“Mother of gods,” one of the werewolves whimpered.

And then it moved.

It thrashed, and swirled, and the blocks moved around within it, and to her horror, Chase realized that the blocks were spreading. Like one of those crystal growing kits that her parents let her buy from Mimby Doonel sometimes, only sped up a thousandfold.

Chase knew, just knew that touching whatever that was would be death. It would be worse than death.

Which is why she screamed herself, when Mercutio moved toward it. “You! You're an Oracle! Fix her! Fix this!”

“I can't!” Chase wailed, and knew it was true. Knew that even trying to diagnose this would invite doom.

Then his blade was back at her throat. “Fix it or die!”

“All right! I'll do it! Put me down!”

Your Silver Tongue skill is now

Oh, oh that was bad, even the words that governed the world feared this thing!

But it didn't matter. It didn't matter, because Mercutio had believed her.

And as the rapier slid away from her throat and he lowered her to the ground, she waited until her hands were passing his belt and mouthed “Silent Activation, Pickpocket.”

Your Pickpocket skill

She had no time to read the words, because her hands were full of silver now. Silvered cards, stolen back from Mercutio. And with a scream she shouted “Rapid Fire, Razor Card!” as she threw them all into Mercutio's face at point blank range.

He screamed, dropped his rapier and staggered back...

...and then Bastien was there, diving into a tackle and grabbing the werewolf Alpha's heels. He shouted “I cast magic missile! Throw!”

Mercutio flipped head over heels—

—and sailed right into whatever the hell Tabita had become. With a cry his body crystallized too, fragmenting apart and spreading.

Then words filled the sky;

ERROR! NO MASTER DETECTED. DUNGEON SEALING IN 30.

“I've got the core! We need to go!” Renny shouted.

The werewolves howled in rage, and Cagna's pistol blew a big hole in one of them. That made them pause. By then Chase was already running. Then big arms came down and Bastien was running, with her on his shoulders.

“Run to where?” Chase screamed.

“I don't know!” Renny yelled back. “I didn't take the advanced class!”

The world flickered, moving from creepy green and black darkness to regular dark darkness... then it flickered back.

Behind them, the remaining werewolves bayed and gave pursuit. Or maybe they were trying to get away from the spreading mass that had been their leaders, it was hard to say.

From her position on Bastien's shoulders, Chase watched the world break and crystallize. Now Tabita filled up a stadium worth, and most of it was mouth judging by the screaming that seemed to grow, seemed to rebound through the void, screaming that was joined by Mercutio's voice as the two werewolves howled their last...

...no, Chase realized, with a sick horror. This won't kill them. This won't EVER kill them, she thought, and gasped as one of the werewolves was too slow and fell, screeching, his legs converted to the mass that now spread faster.

“Ten seconds!” Renny shouted, and Chase pondered Foresight, then decided against it.

If this was going to catch them, she didn't want to spend the last ten seconds before eternal torment knowing she was doomed.

So Chase closed her eyes and buried her face in Bastien's beard, and waited.

“Whoa, stop!” Cagna yelled, and for a second Chase was confused because stopping was literally worse than death...

...and then she realized that the screaming was gone.

“Whoops!” Bastien said, and then they were bouncing off a wall and hitting the ground and rolling, and it hurt but she was laughing and they were all gasping and some of them were laughing because they were alive. Alive and not... not whatever that had been.

And only after Chase had settled down, did she realize that she had new words hovering right in front of her face.

You are now a level 14 Oracle!

CHA+3

LUCK+3

WIS+3

You are now a level 15 Oracle!

CHA+3

LUCK+3

WIS+3

You have learned the Grant Vision skill!

Your Grant Vision skill is now level 1!

You have learned the Random Buff skill!

Your Random Buff skill is now level 1!

Congratulations! By combining deception with gambling-implement based murder, you have unlocked the Gambler job!

Would you like to become a Gambler at this time? Y/N?

Chase flopped her head back on the stone floor of the grungy cave, and studied the ceiling. It had goblin pictograms carved into it. The ones she was looking at showed a little guy bringing down a wolf with a good spear toss, and she giggled a bit at the appropriateness of it. “This has to be an omen,” she murmured, still punch drunk. “Sure, let's do it. Yes!”

You are now a level 1 Gambler!

LUCK+5

PER+5

You have learned the Ace in the Hole skill!

Your Ace in the Hole skill is now level 1!

You have learned the Assess Challenge skill!

You have learned the Cardsharp skill!

Your Cardsharp Skill is level 1!

You have learned the Gambler's Fortune skill!

You have learned the Hold'em skill!

“Know when to Hold'em,” she whispered, remembering Enrico's words.

And she jumped in surprise, as silver cards appeared in her hands. Blood-stained silver cards, that now glowed with runes. Runes that faded back into nothing as the blood dripped off them and away. “Of course they were magical. Gods knew he could afford it,” Chase whispered. Her new skill had called the cards back from wherever she'd thrown them.

“Everyone okay?” Thomasi said, striking a match.

“I'm good,” Cagna confirmed, pulling out a rod and starting to reload her still-smoking pistol.

“Never... oof... never better!” Bastien boomed, taking stock of his bruises.

“I'm great!” Renny called out, studying a glowing crystal that he held cupped in his paws.

“I'm jus' fine, thanks for asking,” said Pwner as he drew a pair of bombs.

CHASE'S CHARACTER SHEET

Spoiler: Spoiler

Name: Chase Berrymore

Age: 15 Years

Jobs:

Halven level 11, Cook level 4, Archer level 7, Gambler level 1, Grifter level 12, Medium level 7, Oracle level 15, Painter level 2, Teacher level 5

Attributes Pools Defenses

Strength: 65 Constitution: 38 Hit Points: 103 Armor: 10

Intelligence: 67 Wisdom: 117 Sanity: 184 Mental Fortitude: 55

Dexterity: 128 Agility: 66 Stamina: 194 Endurance: 0

Charisma: 205 Willpower: 54 Moxie: 259 Cool: 65

Perception: 85 Luck: 213 Fortune: 298 Fate: 43

Generic Skills

Archery – Level 1

Brawling – Level 8

Climb – Level 15

Dagger – Level 2

Dodge – Level 12

Fishing – Level 14

Ride – Level 10

Stealth – Level 14

Swim – Level 7

Throwing – Level 28

Halven Skills

Fate's Friend – Level N/A

Small in a Good Way – Level N/A

Cook Skills

Cooking - Level 15

Freshen - Level 10

Archer Skills

Aim – Level 6

Demoralizing Shot – Level 1

Far Shot – Level 1

Missile Mastery – Level N/A

Quickdraw – Level N/A

Rapid Fire – Level N/A

Razor Arrow – Level 6

Ricochet Shot – Level 10

Gambler Skills

Ace in the Hole – Level 1

Assess Challenge – Level N/A

Cardsharp – Level 1

Gambler's Fortune – Level N/A

Hold'em – Level N/A

Grifter Skills

Feign Death – Level 1

Fools Gold – Level 1

Forgery – Level 1

Master of Disguise – Level 3

Old Buddy – Level 1

Pickpocket – Level 12

Silent Activation – Level 30

Silver Tongue – Level 31

Size Up – Level 4

Unflappable – Level N/A

Medium Skills

Bad Fortune – Level 13

Crystal Ball – Level 2

Focus Vision – Level 1

Fortuna – Level N/A

Good Fortune – Level 8

Palmistry – Level N/A

Séance – Level N/A

Stack Deck – Level N/A

Oracle Skills

Absorb Condition – Level N/A

Afflict Self – Level 1

Diagnose – Level N/A

Divine Pawn – Level N/A

Foresight – Level 41

Grant Vision Level 1

Influence Fate – Level 4

Lesser Healing – Level 44

Omens and Portents – Level N/A

Random Buff – Level 1

Short Vision – Level 8

Transfer Condition – Level 9

Painter Skills

Fast Dry – Level N/A

Painting – Level 5

Teacher Skills

Lecture – Level 20

Red Ink – Level 1

Smarty Pants – Level N/A

Unlocked Jobs

Farmer, Herbalist

Gear

Light Leather Armor – level 5

Enrico's Last Hand