🌕Selenia

Grisaika didn't stand out with any particularly unusual points of interest, except perhaps for the mercenary guild and the arena, which weren't found in every city. However, Chandru wasn't primarily interested in the sights; she came here to earn some money and hone her skills, and if there were any beautiful places, they would be just a pleasant bonus. But so far, the only pleasant bonus was a juicy steak that the warrior decided to have at the tavern. She needed to catch her breath before starting to look for work. Or fight in the arena, but that idea didn't appeal to her much. The conditions were far from a real battle, and the risks were too high compared to the promised reward, especially considering that orcs were likely to be the majority among those who enjoyed fighting to the death. But mercenary contracts promised greater profit and more useful life experience. Mostly profit, though. You might fight on an empty stomach, but not on an empty head. Fortunately, the guild board was covered with various announcements. But half of them, in one way or another, involved performing the guard's duties for them. It wasn't uncommon for mercenaries, but still. You could hunt bandits, for example, although not alone. The task of helping a scholar was also worth considering – not only was there a chance to gain future battle companions, but it was also an intriguing adventure in itself. Who knows what kind of creatures might have infested the ruins? But the announcement about searching for an artist surprised Chandru a little – most of the local residents, if they could draw at all, did so with blood on the battlefield. And it wasn't even clear what kind of person the mayor was; he could easily be one of those who would be offended by either a portrait that was too flattering or not flattering enough. However, this question didn't particularly concern or affect her.