☀️ Arselia and Akonia

— No questions. I don't know something, I don't know it. I'll find you myself if needed.

— Well, I was glad to see you, — the Tanarian woman said respectfully, nodding, — I hope our meeting won't be the last.
Alaria wanted to add, "and I won't be any weaker than I was during our first meeting," but she didn't. As unpleasant as it was to admit, Calcite was much worse for developing any skills or strengths, except perhaps perseverance. In contrast to Margel, with his abundance of opportunities, here you can only spend money, die, pick up curses, or turn into undead. Oh, and of course, buy a slave! How could you do without it! All that remained was to hope that, in the event of a successful mission, Her Highness would reward her servant generously and use her influence to help her not only catch up but also significantly surpass her former level of skill. At least, if she appreciates her determination to continue the mission, despite all the risks involved. It was too early to make plans, but since Naria is capable of pulling people out of their native worlds, maybe she can also restore lost knowledge in a similar way? Or simply dispel the spells of Melesar, using the powers of this dead demigoddess, whose remains their group is collecting. It was too early to think about the reward, but at least such thoughts allowed Alaria to maintain some semblance of hope. Because, without her skills, the promised fame and fortune would only be a way for the Tanarian woman to escape reality and distract herself from gloomy thoughts.