Eryll had spent all of last night reading through runes of the darker races. He had made it through Lycan runes. There were not a lot of them. They were mostly geometric shapes, far more geometric than the one that he had found on the obelisk. While the ones he had found had had more lines than the Lycan runes. Eryll had spent a ludicrous amount of time shifting through all the runes, comparing and contrasting each rune. After he had made it through the lycanthrope runes, he moved on to the vampiric ones. They were the exact opposite. Too many lines. All of the vampiric runes were an interesting combination of at least ten lines each, barely any of them had a shape as a base. After Eryll had spent that time trying to decipher them compare the vampiric runes, he moved on to his next set, nekomata. Nekomata seemed like they would be close and Eryll read through them, but as one looked deeper at the runes it could be seen that nekomata runes were more animalistic than other runes. As Eryll continued to searc trough the nekomata runes he drifted off slowly and eventually crashed, resting his face on the book of Nekomata runes.
Eryll dressed himself in the comfortable winter jacket that he kept because it still looked new. The snow outside wasn’t bad yet, but the ice made boots worth it. He slipped into a pair of warm pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. He combed his hair and made his way outside slowly. He had a small request to do today. After he returned from his tests he had gotten right back into doing quests. He had been all but broke but now he was sitting a little more comfortably. He could rest at night without worrying about running out of rent. He could also spend things at his leisure now, he was not budgeting out of his ass.
Eryll read over the request, apparently there was a older man who stirred up problems occasionally. A royal guard wanted Eryll to make sure he didn’t stir up trouble in what point of time today so some officials business could be taken care of. The man would be outside of the church so Eryll would wait for him there, then he would take care of the rest. Maybe distract him a little bit, pull him away from the church and get him to do his thing somewhere else. Eryll was exhausted so he had no idea how well his mods was going to age today. It could age perfectly well and today he would be a fine wine. Or it could go sour and he could be one of those ratty cheeses that weird people found tasty.
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