Lorelei read through the flurry of notifications, the bottom of her stomach dropping out as they progressed. She had been so engrossed in what she had been doing that she hadn't noticed that the level of communication was much more than her Guide usually threw at her.
And to be honest, it was right when it said she had been ignoring it. There was only so much snark that she wanted to be dealing with. However, that didn't look like such a wise decision right now.
"Guide?"
Nothing. The ticker tape of her notifications did not move at all, which was quite a disorienting experience. None of the other functions of her Guide seemed to be working either—she couldn't check her Map, her Bank, or her Inventory, which was also locked.
Shit, she thought. That couldn't be good.
And she didn't like the sound of Integration Control looking into things, either. From everything she had been able to put together about her Class and her patron God, there had been quite a bit of fast and loose rule playing around her.
Hild reached the door back into the pub and turned, beckoning for Lorelei to follow. "Are you coming?"
Lorelei grimaced, noting that the armour - which had caused all of this trouble - looked pretty good on the tall Valkyrie.
"Coming where?"
"Chrissy will have her Skill back now, right? There is nothing to stop us from setting out now. Zorrobar doesn't need what you took, and we've got some time before you steal another Skill, right? We can make some headway towards our quest. Maybe find some gear for Pete."
Of course, the journey to the cathedral.
Lorelei stood up and dusted herself down, little pieces of leather and wire falling to the floor. She had a horrible feeling that not having access to the System Guide for the foreseeable future would make things somewhat more complex.
Had Lorelei glanced down to the end of the beer garden, she would have seen the frowning face of a beautiful teenage girl - holding a spindle and thread - who would have, very much, been able to agree with that sentiment.
