Draiss flipped the heavy mace in his hand, noting how well it fit, but it wasn't as good as his personal Sivridut. Good, but not great. He sighed, and sat down, cleaning himself with a spell, and took a short nap, letting himself rest up, knowing the next levels were going to be ugly. The basic items he was finding were helping him to keep going, but he needed a short break. An hour later, he bounced to his feet, and headed off, recasting his epic mage armor, and continued deeper, his goal to press until he got an essence gem and to or past 200. Once he got both conditions, or was being so badly pressed he knew it was withdraw or die, he would head back, and restart.