Chapter 154: A Night to Remember

Chapter 154: A Night to Remember

Interviews, interviews never change. Dallion never was particularly fond of them back on Earth, though he was never terrified of them either. All in all, he found them a waste of time. In nine out of ten cases, a persons mind was already made up, and it took great effort for the interviewee to change it one way or another.

Given the speed by which candidates entered and left the room, Dallion assumed that the test was in the awakened realm, and possibly involved a combat scenario. As it turned out, he was only half right.

Good luck, Arthurows whispered as he passed by, heading towards the staircase. There was no smile, no indication of how it went, not even any words of advice. Usually when someone reacted in such fashion, it meant that things hadnt gone well.

Thanks, Dallion shouted back. To be honest, he wasnt surprised at the result. While he had helped out a few times, Arthurows was a well-known slacker and not one to overtax himself when it came to anything. Still, it would have been nice if both he and Dallion had made it on the list.

When Dallions turn arrived, he ran his fingers through his hair, took a deep breath, and went in. The lieutenant was nothing like what he had imagined. Looking at him was like looking at a person so nondescript that it was the clothes that stood out. The man was in his middle age, with thinning grey hair, though not bold, with a pale complexion, though not sickly, and with eyes that seemed to switch from amber to green every time Dallion looked at them. He was wearing an outfit that would have been better fit for roaming the Amazon than staying in the city, complete with a long-sleeved black leather jacket.

Name? the lieutenant asked in utter disinterest.

Dallion. Dallion Darude.

Dallion. Judging by the mans reaction that had caught his attention. The rookie that passed the selection trial, then threw it away trying to act like a big shot?

The way he said it didnt instill confidence. Dallion himself could have phrased it a lot better, but he had to concede the point.

Thats right. He decided to own it.

And you think youll be a good match for this job? The lieutenant leaned forward.

Packrats dont have to think, sir.

The joke had an effect, making the lieutenant crack a smile. That was a good sign. All that Dallion had to do now was not lose the momentum.

That harpsisword. The lieutenant pointed. Can you actually use it, or are you carrying it just for show?

I can use it to an extent. Dallion drew the weapon from the sheath on his back. Want me to demonstrate?

No, no need. The man waved his hand. Any experience in exploration jobs?

A bit. Ive been Janna and Kallans pack rat for the last few weeks.

Right. Well, thats all. Thanks.

Done already? That was surprising. Dallion had expected at least a test of some sort.

Well, thank you, sir. He made a step towards the door. So did I pass? He asked just to confirm it for his own sake.

No, Dal, you did not pass. Not in the least.

The response caught Dallion off guard, almost making him walk into the wall. He had failed? Why? He hadnt even done anything wrong. The questions were so generic that Was it the joke that had messed things up?

I need packrats for this job, not rookies who want to use it as an excuse to score points in front of the rest, the lieutenant continued. Yes, Im fully aware of all your exploits. Chosen by March, did a few good exploration runs, helped find a few lost. Frankly, the only reason I gave you a chance was because you had the common sense to actually save those poor souls, and not go slashing like a shardifly. I gave you a chance, and you wasted it.

There was no point in arguing with that. Dallion nodded with a polite smile and opened the door.

A piece of advice, the lieutenant said. Youre already in the guild. If you want it further than you are now either stop showing off or prove that you can make it.

Eury, Dallion said loudly, then knocked on the door. A few moments later, he opened it and went inside. Eury?

The workshop was mostly empty. Business must have been booming lately, for a lot of the fabric had gone, along with most clothes and all the armor pieces. It was as if Dallion had walked in a store during the last few days of a clearance sale.

Give me a moment, Dal, the gorgons voice came from the neighboring room. Ill be right there.

Sure thing. Dallion sat on what could pass as a workbench. Jiroh told me youll be going on a job tonight, so I thought Id pass by.

Tomorrow morning, Euryale corrected. Shes the scout of the group, so she heads out early. The rest of us will join her before sunrise.

That was good to know, though not a terribly interesting topic of conversation. At least, not right now.

I thought youd be the scout, Dallion kept the conversation going while waiting. Because of the perception and all.

Youre cute, but for a hunter speed is more important to a scout than perception. There was a distinct sound of snapping, followed by a slight metallic rattle. Nearly done.

Dallion didnt have to guess that the gorgon was working. Anyone who had gone in and out of awakening realms on a regular basis knew the tell-tell signs: untypical pauses, slight change of intonation, and the momentary transformation of items from one state to another. Ordinary people didnt see it, but for an experience awakened, every improvement sounded like a pop-corn kernel opening up.

Several seconds later the gorgon appeared wearing her typical loose robe, carrying an arm of armor. Dallion couldnt recognize the material, although it seemed to have the appearance of bronze.

Last minute preparations, Eury put the armor piece on one of the free racks. The price of being a threat-forger. A third of her snakes didnt leave Dallion the entire time.

Some of your statues are gone. Sold off?

Broken. The gorgon moved away from the rack. And you really shouldnt sit there. Its not meant to hold heavy stuff.

Dallion looked down, then carefully got off the workbench. At least he hadnt broken anything. Not that breaking meant a lot to an awakened. If hed wanted to, he could have mended or even improved the item between two blinks of an eye.

Ill be sure to go on a diet. He joked, then remained silent for a few moments. By the way

Can I ask you something? Euryale interrupted. This was rather unusual. Since hed known her, she wasnt one to do so, at least not in this fashion. Dallion nodded. Are you seeing anyone?

The question came somewhat as a surprise. It wasnt totally unexpected. Almost every time the two had been together, theyd flirted in one way or another, the gorgon especially. Dallion didnt expect her to beat him to the question, though. And thanks to his music skills, he could tell that she was being very serious.

Not at the moment, he replied. You?

Im a gorgon, she replied, as if that explained everything. A lot of things are different for us. I know with humans you are usually expected to make the first move, but its just not me to wait.

Still somewhat at a lack of words, Dallion nodded. He had toyed with the idea of asking her out ever since she had done the same to him, but even so, he never thought anything would come of it. Was this just a casual fling? Or were things going to become serious? Dallion had no idea, but at this point all he knew was that he wanted to find out.

Here. Euryale gave Dallion a small gold ringlet.

Whats this? Dallion looked at it closely.

An awakening blocker. Its aimed to provide you some privacy if youre interested.

Without hesitation, Dallion slid the ring on his left pinky finger.

Wheres yours? He looked back at her.