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tank.
    Yeah, well I didn't have to worry about that.
    If I've learned one thing in life, it's that metal conducts electricity quite wonderfully. A bunch of metal cans running around the battlefield waiting for a lightning strike?
    Hah, I couldn't wait.
    After everything was piled and sorted on the floor, I was able to finally get a good look at our assortment of goods. There were seven poor quality swords, six enchanted rings with plus-two to a random attribute, two rings with plus-three, the aforementioned leather armor, shield and spear, and seventy-one inferior quality vendor swords.
    "Quite the haul, really," I said after looking everything over. "At least three-hundred copper for each of us, if not a bit more." My mind was preoccupied with what kind of NPC I could draft, or if I should invest in livestock or other goods to help develop my village. This was easy money and experience all in one nifty package, and certainly more enjoyable than hunting wolves ad infinitum.
    "I'm taking the leather if there's no objection," said the dwarf as he looked around.
    "None here, you're the tank," I replied as I eyed the plus-three strength rings. "I'll take the vendor trash and two rings, if you guys want the better stuff."
    "I don't need any of it," said the priest.
    "Same, maybe a ring but it's all junk," reiterated the mage.
    That just left the archer, but he didn't say anything.
    He was a bit of a quiet fellow. Fairly forgettable really, not even sure what his name was, honestly. Ah, well, I didn't actually know any of their names since we all had our name plates hidden.
    Taking as many of the ten copper inferior swords that were cracked and rusty as I could, I had devised a slight plan in my head. From the looks of the weapons they were certainly brittle and most of them had already cracked but the rust was only on the surface. The iron used to make them was still usable… if I could bring them back to the blacksmith, he could probably melt them down and smelt them into new swords. Raw materials essentially, and at a discount price.
    That was one way to corner a market, take junk people were willing to give away and turn it into a valued commodity that they would pay top dollar for. Shrewd, perhaps, but I saw it as utilizing what was given to me. In the far North, the northern wastelands were a desolate place with no potential. At least that's what they say.
    The joke was on them, though.
    Yeah, I couldn't wait to repurpose these trash swords. They were certainly worth more than the ten copper offered at the trade post as a raw material, and I intended to fill-up my oversized double-wolf pelt bag to the brim with them.
    With all of the gear sorted, it was now time to roll down to the third floor.
    Heading down through the passageway that connected the second and third floor, the change was fairly gradual but it was there. The pass had narrowed and was a bit shorter, while the rooms themselves were a bit smaller overall with a lower ceiling. Running or kiting would be more difficult down here, and I realized that a change of strategy might be necessary.
    And, of course… the smoke was still there.
    The ash was definitely thicker and could be visibly seen floating about in clumps as I almost wanted to cough. My eyes and nostrils continued to burn, only, a bit more intensely than before… much like I had figured when we entered the second floor. Yeah, I would be buying or crafting a mask of some sort for my next return trip.
    Covering my mouth and nose with my hand while squinting my eyes, I pressed forward until I came upon a group of goblins relaxing around a fire. I swear, they all did the same damn thing. Just sitting around a fire, eating rat or taking a nap… what a lousy life these goblins lived.
    Or maybe, it was a glorious one.
    Who knows.
    The typical progression was in effect but I didn't even bother to really look, they were trash mobs and would die within a few seconds each. The only thing I was really curious