Rather than turning back and going ho empty-handed, I’ve decided to seek out this Whitehelm rchant. I’m not sure how I’m going to explain today’s events to my parents, but maybe I don’t have to, as long as I can sell these scales. Cerila also insisted on coming with . So right now we are searching for this Whitehelm shopkeeper.
It’s been about an hour, and it's nearly midday. I’ve co up empty-handed in my search. I can’t seem to find this Whitehelm person.
Cerila tugged my shirt to get my attention and began writing on her tablet.
Why didn’t I think of that… I’ve just been going around to random vendors asking if they are this Whitehelm person, but I never even bothered to ask if sobody knew where Whithelm was. I might be stupid.
< I didn’t think about that, thanks.> I gave her a smile and a thumbs up.
She smiled back at and nodded her head. This communication barrier was arduous. I’ve already formulated the best strategy for her to learn sign language. Hopefully, she can learn it quickly. But I start school soon… and my training…
I sighed deeply. This is going to be difficult.
Not wanting to waste any more ti, I walked up to a pair of Wood Elf rangers patrolling the market and called out to the female. “Excuse , miss,” I said as politely as possible.
I didn't want to distract a soldier any longer than I had to. She turned and looked down at . “Oh, hello there. Wait… are you Alanis’s son?” she asked .
“Uh, yes, I am.”
It seems Dad is more popular than I thought.
“Well, aren’t you just adorable! Look at your beautiful eyes!” she said, bending down and pinching my cheeks.
Listen here, lady. Only my mom gets to do this to .
She recoiled a bit and mumbled as I scowled at her. “But you sure got your Mom’s stare… uh, can I help you with sothing?”
“Yes. Do you know where I can find a rchant nad Whitehelm?” I asked curtly.
She winced a bit at my cold tone, and her guard partner chuckled from behind her. “That old Dwarf? He runs the only forge in the outpost. Just head up the street for a few more minutes and you can’t miss it, kid,” the other guard answered for her.
“Thank you.” I gave a nod to the ranger in thanks.
I walked away with Cerila in tow. I could hear the male guard chuckle as he said, “Ha. That kid is just like his mother. He's going to be a dangerous one.”
What’s that supposed to an? Of course, I’m like my mom. I am her son, after all. And he called this place an outpost instead of a village? I never heard that before either. Maybe it’s just a military thing?
I’ve learned that this nation is called Syn’nari. It’s a Wood Elf archipelago nation on the westernmost part of this continent. The continent's na is Illyrcium, according to the book Grandpa got for my birthday.
The book even has an artist's rendition for this area as well. I even learned that this village is called Owlkirk. I haven’t managed to read too much more as I’m still trying to understand the Human language. And progress has been slow as I take on more and more things in my day. But I’ve wanted to dedicate at least a few hours before I go to bed to learning the Human language.
Hopefully, at school, I can devote more ti to it. But Cerila… I didn’t want to leave my new friend out of things. Maybe she could co to school with ? I don’t think this school is charging anything for admission. It’s more like a charity system for the community.
I motioned for Cerila to let use her tablet. Gah, this thing must weigh like thirty pounds. Is she just this strong or is she using mana to enhance herself?
I asked.
She wrote.
I read the tablet and gave her a quick nod. She packed the tablet away into her satchel and ran back towards the village, waving goodbye to with a fang-filled smile.
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