"It had been eight days," I complained to Rynter sitting in front of me. To that, he smiled and took a sip of his drink.
"The hardest part of such missions isn't the fighting, but the waiting," he said, enjoying my impatience.
It is not impatience killing me, but the inability to practice my method.
Of the two great methods, I am only practicing the Talaras's constitution, but not the Dance of Ukasanovor. Talaras constitution could be disturbed with minor backlash, but the backlash of the dance of ukasanovor would kill me.
I can't take the risk of that happening.
Soon, we finished our lunch, and he went to his job. It is a protection job; he has to protect a spoiled child of the Sovereign while he is away.
Thankfully, my job is much simpler.
I went to the alchemist guild and submitted work I had crafted before taking another order and returning to the inn.
