Chapter 508: S - Meet the Dwarf
Knowing exactly what kind of person Agran was, It was not too hard for Shaily to answer his questions well and get accepted into Vasperia, at which point she was in known territory. There she enrolled as a mercenary, helping the Vampires with population control on the lower-level pests in their territory which very few Vampires saw any interest in dealing with themselves. This gave Shaily plenty of time to get more information on the Sirens, help Pareth level up, work on her skill levels and begin to learn to wild cast [Armor of Bones].
After having escaped for three months, the first part of the trial was officially completed, and it gave Shaily the choice to stay for the bonus task or to leave right then and there. Choosing to stay meant that the only ways to leave the trial were to complete the bonus task or to wait out the fifteen months timer, but Shialy saw that as more of an opportunity than anything else.
With only a few months left on the timer, she eventually got a teleport to Couvauz, thereon going to the dwarven isles by boat.
“Sixty days left…” Shaily sighed, swirling the last drops of dwarven ale in her mug.
There had been a critical flaw in her plans, which had put a brutal stop to her trial’s progress. She had funds, all the knowledge she needed on Siren Queens, and was relatively confident she could kill one if the conditions were right. The issue, however, was that the dwarven hunting vessels that regularly roamed the seas to harvest precious materials from sea monsters did not accept women among them. Let alone a human one.
Even if Shaily was strong enough, it was mostly a question of culture, and not allowing females on male ships as well as the other way around.
There were talks of an all-female hunting ship, but they had left the main port of Daragleigh eight months prior and not given any sign of life since. Shaily was staying at the inn they used as a home base, but considered trying to hire a high-level mercenary to help her with the task and be done with it.
The inn’s bartender was a nice and quite rotund dwarven lady in her fifties, she waddled over to Shaily and refilled her mug with a smile. “This one’s on me. Come on, get that smile up. I’m sure they’ll be back any day. I’ll even put in a good word for ya, trust me, you’ll be faring the sea like a real dwarf in no time.”
“Thanks, Gita. Sorry for ruining the mood.”