Dakkon sighed. “Where exactly am I supposed to meet with him, and why me?”
“I don’t know why you, honestly. The location is the wind mage guild’s restricted area on the west side of town. When you give the guards a passphrase, they’ll take you in,” said Letis.
“What sort of restricted area are we talking about here?” asked Dakkon.
Letis shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been here about as long as you have.”
“Fine then. What’s the passphrase?”
Letis opened his mouth to respond, then paused—eyes rolling up and to the right as he thought frantically. “Ehm… it was… something… esoteric sounding. Sort of jargony.”
Dakkon stared at Letis in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that you signed me up for some shady meeting and can’t even remember how to get me to it?” barked Dakkon.
“I was deep into my fourth or fifth cup of double ale when you walked in,” said Letis. “I forgot, but I’m sure jogging my memory will kick it to the surface.”
Dakkon simply shook his head. “The caravan heading north ought to be leaving soon. You should buy some local goods, travel somewhere, and peddle some wares in another city since you’re leaving town anyway,” suggested Dakkon.
Letis nodded, he had come to a similar conclusion.
“While you’re on our way—think—very—carefully about what the password could be. I’ll try and dig up some information on this restricted area.”
Letis nodded again, somewhat solemnly.
Dakkon’s lips spread into a broad smile. “Good job on the sale, buddy. You’ve really saved my ass with rent and whatnot.”
The traces of worry faded from Letis’s face.
“I think I might give this merchant thing a go,” said Letis. “I like it more than grinding faith points for the Goddess Daenara at any rate.”
“You seem well suited to it,” Dakkon said. “Even in Derrum you showed your knack for haggling.”
“It’s not much of an escape from a day job, but it’s been exciting,” Letis said.
“Maybe you can work on the black market,” joked Dakkon.
“I think I’ll try to keep my hands cleaner from now on. Then again, maybe if a good opportunity presents itself…” Letis trailed off once again.
The two chuckled at the thought of Letis smuggling and peddling ill-gotten goods, but on the other hand it seemed significantly less farfetched than the schemes he’d only recently been an integral part of.
“Good luck, Letis,” said Dakkon.
Letis smiled, “Good luck, Dakkon. If you have another half-cocked, absurd, impossibly arrogant, doomed-to-fail plan, let me know. I’ll mull it over and inevitably decline, but I’d still like to get a kick out of hearing about it.”
“You’ve got it,” said Dakkon. Then the two travelers parted ways.
C
HAPTER 22:
G
REETINGS
Dakkon reviewed his progression:
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|Statistics ( ][][ ) ( ][][][ )
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|Strength: 13 — (10 + 3 Equipped) ( ? )
|Stamina: 25
|Agility: 64 — (50 + 14 Equipped)
|Dexterity: 13 — (10 + 3 Equipped)
|Intellect: 13 — (10 + 3 Equipped)
|Luck: 50
|Free Stat Points: 60
|Hit Points: 650/650
|Endurance: 350/350
|Mana Points: 362/362
|Leveclass="underline" 24
|EXP Until Next Leveclass="underline" [
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|Traits ( ][ ) ( ][][][ )
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|Appearance – 8 (Equipped)
|Climber – 2— 49%
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|Disciplined – 12— 62% [
|Heroic – 2— 2% [
|Hunter – 9— 42% [
|Rider – 4— 7% [
|Steadfast – 1— 0% [
|Stealthy – 4— 80% [
|Thick – 2— 5% [
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|Classes
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|Primary Class: Edgemaster
|Class Leveclass="underline"
|EXP Until Next Leveclass="underline" [
|Skills:
|+Mastery – 1— [
|+Edge – 1— [
|Speciaclass="underline" Edgemaster is locked as your primary class.
|Speciaclass="underline" Classes may not be changed or removed.
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|Secondary Class: Thermomancer – 80% Power (from multiclassing)
|Class Leveclass="underline" 27
|EXP Until Next Leveclass="underline" [
|Skills: