"So, the patch is finally installed," John stated. He went through the comments and windows a second, then a third time, making sure he caught everything that was worthy of catching. He had been hoping for these windows for a while now. "And she slightly nerfed me. I roughly understand why though."
It was the beginning of December and John was sitting in a well-heated house in western Germany – Cologne, to be exact. It was a two-story building with light-brown wooden furniture that, while looking new, was crafted in a style he would expect from grandparents instead of his actual provider. Finely woven carpets here and there covered the otherwise blank wooden floor. The cement walls were covered with blue wallpaper. Lydia either liked the style a lot or valued consistency more than anything, considering the style was the same in every single room in the house.
