Dave took the scroll to Urburg after he finished up with upgrading the players he promised from the other super guilds. He had spent hours just making them into undead and was honestly tired of it.
Once he was at Urburg, he headed to nick's bar where he found a guest of Nick that Dave didn't have any good relationship with.
Nathiel, the Fallen Archangel was sitting and waiting to be served a drink from Nick who tended the bar.
The archangel looked disgusted and his wings were limply hanging as if he was crestfallen and the Undeath God was serving him a drink to make him forget his sorrows as it appears.
"What's the occasion?" Dave said and sat at the stool next to the archangel.
"Nathy-boy is bummed."
Dave looked at the archangel and said, "You're still pissed about not being able to serve that haughty ass lord of yours?"
The archangel scuffed at Dave's question and replied, "It's not just that. The spear…"
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