Chapter 254: Sixty-Fifth Floor, Dragons’ Grave (2)
[Complete the Beastfolk Alliance’s request. Time remaining: 165 hours 59 minutes.]
Surrounded by the tavern’s lively atmosphere, Langley and I had a long and pleasant conversation. Though I didn’t obtain much direct information, I was able to piece together small fragments to form a better understanding of this world.
First and foremost, Balaran was a massive metropolis located at the very heart of the continent. Because of this, it was a hub of activity, and adventurers and mercenaries constantly passed through it.
That explains why there are so many of them around.
In that sense, Langley’s choice of meeting place was perfect. A beastfolk dressed as an adventurer talking to a robed figure wouldn’t attract a single suspicious glance in a place like this.
Its central location also made it easier to travel anywhere across the continent.
Aside from that, Langley’s request was relatively simple: she wanted me to recruit the dragonkin into the Beastfolk Alliance.
I had to admit that the term dragonkin had caught me off guard at first. The floor’s title had led me to suspect that dragons would be involved, but I struggled to picture what dragonkin specifically looked like.
Or should they just be called dragonfolk?
I wasn’t sure which term was correct, but it didn’t really matter. Names were irrelevant, considering they were somewhat obfuscated by a layer of translation. What really mattered was their nature.
Stories usually frame beings with dragon blood as independent, self-righteous, and uninterested in others.
Even so, it seemed that the dragonkin maintained their own community. I assumed it was to preserve their culture, given their presumably small numbers.