My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 105 Getting Up Part 2

"I got healed the same way I got my new armor. Frumpkin gave me access to a new tool that let's me do a whole lot of things, like make myself stronger or buy new stuff. It also happens to have a function that lets me magically heal from wounds, though it costs a lot of gold, and I can't do it again for a while after it heals me." He said.

Rose just shook her head.

"Man, there really are a lot of perks to being you, aren't there?" She said.

"Yeah, I suppose there are. Though there are plenty of drawbacks too." Jack replied. He looked around the room for a moment trying to find his stuff, when he saw his armor and pack in a neat bundle in the far corner of the room to the left of the dark fireplace.

Rose, noticing his gaze, looked over at his stuff in the corner.

"Are you needing something from your pack?" She asked.

"Well, I kinda wanna get up, but I'm basically naked underneath these furs, so I need some pants." Jack said, laughing.

Rose turned and looked at him, then instinctively glanced towards the blankets, before clearing her throat and awkwardly standing up and walking towards his bag. She rifled through it for several moments before pulling out a pair of his trousers and walked back.

"Here." She said, tossing them to him.

"Thanks!" He said, smiling at her as he grabbed them. She locked eyes with him for a moment, before turning away and blinking quickly a couple of times. It could just be his mind playing tricks on him, but she looked several shades redder than usual.

"Alright..." She said, motioning towards the entrance to the room as she walked towards it. "I'm just gonna go ahead and go so you can have some privacy."

"Alright. I will see you outside as soon as I am dressed." He said.

Without another word, Rose turned stiffly and walked out of the room. As soon as the fur draped back over the entrance, Jack slid out of bed and set about getting himself dressed. He was pleased to find that everything on his body worked exactly as expected. He still felt sore, like he'd just worked out the night before, and a little tired, but nothing else seemed amiss. The Terminal really was amazing.

After donning his clothes and sliding the amulet under his s.h.i.+rt and padded doublet, he strapped on his leather armor, making sure everything still fit correctly. Everything was as he'd left it, down to the thin puncture in the left side of the chestplate where the spear had caught him. Once it was all in place, he gave everything a final once-over, and moved around and swung his arms a bit so that everything seated correctly and wasn't locking up or catching in weird places. His green wool cloak was folded in a pile on top of his bag. With a flourish, he threw it over his shoulders and fastened it around his neck.

Looking around, it occurred to him that he couldn't find his axe. He searched the room for a solid minute or two, but no luck. Come to think of it, the last place he'd left it had been in the ribcage of that Gnoll that'd stabbed him. Had n.o.body brought it back with him? He found himself suddenly getting nervous.

As he contemplated where it could have ended up, he felt his stomach rumble, and noticed for the first time since waking up how hungry he was. He needed to figure out where his axe had ended up, but food was going to have to come first. The last thing he needed right now was for his sole magical weapon to disappear, considering he had no gold to replace it. But he could cross that bridge once he had something in his stomach.
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