Preparations for summer

Damaskinos flew into the open air, relishing the sensation of the crisp dusk air, before starting to fly with haste towards his lair. Summer was coming, and with it the ranchers would occupy the lower valley, and he had just found a new place to lair in until Fall saw the herd and its caretakers travel back out into their usual territory. He rather not have a meeting with one of them.

Rancher job classes were a subset of Ranger classes, which made the intendent of remaining undetected while in the wilderness a day dream for the imp. They had improved long range vision, detection skills, knowledge of the natural world and the capacity of sniping him from outside spell range, as any rancher in this barren wasteland far from civilized areas would quickly rank up to a respectable level. Things like the Ancient-Rank Magical Beasts he has been every so often hunting might be the highest level natural monsters this mana poor area was capable of affording, but they almost always required he spent all his spell resources to take one down. A single of the dwarf ranchers could take them out if it came near their herds and call it afternoon practice.

He would stay in the mountains, find the remaining targets in the list, and practice his alchemical skills. IF things developed as Melanoche hope they might, he had all the time in the world.