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After the first three chapters, the content of the next three for Alaria wasn't much of a surprise. Although the encyclopedia's author promised to describe his "experiences traveling through Vishnya," it seems that this experience mainly consisted of studying the habits of some rather exotic fauna. Perhaps some magical anomaly caused the local inhabitants to evolve in such a... specific direction. One couldn't help but wonder how many lonely and love-starved men, dreaming only of someone pouncing on them in a fit of passion, went to Vishnya after reading such books or listening to other people's stories. Most of them, almost certainly, perished before reaching their destination, while the "lucky ones"... well, according to the encyclopedia, most of them were ******* to death upon arrival. A strange world, what more can you say.
The chapter dedicated to the banshee read more like an attempt to lure someone into a trap with unrealistic promises. Not only would you be saved from death, but you would also end up in the arms of a beautiful woman. Of course, if you forget that this very banshee would almost certainly trade her toy for something prettier and newer when she gets bored with the old one. And the old one... well, just one more crazy zombie, what else can you add? And this is even without considering the existing relationships of the "chosen one." It would probably be creepy to discover that your husband, whom you had long believed to have perished in the south, has fallen into the clutches of the southern undead. Would you try to free him? Congratulations, now your man is a brainless zombie! Something out of the genre of "incredibly tragic romances," only in reality.
But the chapter about the sword read like the nighttime fantasies of lone warriors who had no friends or family left. "My sword, my faithful friend, who doesn't care what I look like," the Tanarian transformed a saying of some warrior from distant lands, which now took on a completely new meaning. To be honest, Alaria perfectly understood why such stories could be appealing. Not only a powerful weapon, but also a skilled lover with whom you will never be lonely? For warriors who often don't want to burden their loved ones, it sounded like a dream. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the feeling that in doing so, you were condemning yourself to a life up to your elbows in blood. The only "retirement" that awaited you could only be brought about by the point of an enemy's sword, as your own sword would hardly appreciate a change of scenery. Besides, sooner or later, you might want a deeper emotional connection, which the bloodthirsty weapon was most likely incapable of. However, to each their own.
As for the section dedicated to the Ghirtablilu, the Tanarian was primarily interested in their poison. It was probably actively used in local medicine, if not traditional, then of a "private" nature. It is possible that it was also quite expensive, which was worth noting. After all, there was a risk of encountering these creatures here. And Alaria would rather think about the benefit that such an encounter could bring than about their exhausted and wounded trio, each of whom was "hot down there" after the battle. A nightmarish prospect, to be honest. It was worth stocking up on antidotes, just in case.
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