Ad aspera

“Well, this is a predicament…” Stepping out of the town hall, Kotori sighed heavily and rested her head on her palm, deep in thought. Two weeks is a long time, and even after that, there were no guarantees that she would receive any positive news. On the one hand, there might not be any information about her husband in the town hall at all, but what could be even worse is getting caught in the bureaucratic maze and waiting for the results for even longer, while her wallet empties day by day. As if hearing the woman’s thoughts about financial difficulties, a voice from the Herald echoed in the sky, announcing news and job offers. There was only one catch: neither blacksmithing nor working in the port were considered suitable jobs for a woman, and among the guards, she only remembered men. After thinking for a moment, she decides to inquire about a certain “nakere.” Surely, it’s not a job for just one person, and if it turns out to be too dangerous, she can always refuse and look for alternative ways to earn a living.