"What's wrong? Is there a problem over there?" the Tiger-headed Man O'Neill asked.
"I just thought I sensed a faint magic fluctuation, but maybe it was just my imagination," the Kobold Lucas pondered for a moment but still felt he was mistaken.
The residents of a Level 1 village shouldn't likely have a Mage, and even if one did appear, it wouldn't escape his perception.
"It must be your imagination, I didn't feel anything," the Tiger-headed Man O'Neill confidently asserted, then turned to the dazed Bull-man and Pigman beside him, "What about you?"
The Bull-man Fred and the Pigman Mali shook their heads, saying in unison, "Nothing."
Looking at them, disdain flashed in the eyes of the Tiger-headed Man O'Neill. There was a hierarchy of scorn among the Beastman race, with the Bull-men having nothing but brute strength, and Pigmen knew only to eat, generally being the foremost pioneers in charging into battle.
