Chapter 195: Talk with a Shield

Chapter 195: Talk with a Shield

The interior was different from what Dallion remembered. It wasnt a matter of a new coat of paint or the odd furniture addition here and there. The entire space seemed completely changed to mimic the Gremlins Timepiece, provided the inn was made exclusively out of wood.

Dallion slid his fingers along the wall. It felt pleasantly warm, welcoming, encouraging him to relax. That wasnt just an illusion. Thanks to his music skills, Dallion could see the emotions vibrating all over the walls and floors. The entire place was made to be welcoming and in tune with his own emotional vibrations.

So, we meet again at last, the dryad said.

His attire was also new, presenting the local alternative if skinny jeans and vintage t-shirts. If this were a movie, it would definitely be in the eighties. The only thing missing was the absurd hairdo, but somehow Dallion suspected that the dryad could even pull that off.

Youve changed the place, Dallion said. It sounded cheesy, but this was the only way he could react for the moment.

Of course it is. Thats what companion gear is supposed to domake its owners, or future owners, feel welcome. And I must say that Im better at it than most. It all goes down to being a dryad. Some guardians simply dont have the inborn talent. Not to speak bad of the nymphs, but combat is their thing.

I didnt know.

Ah. The dryad shrugged. Things tend to vanish down the sewers of history after a while. Anyway, shall we go up?

Dallion felt slightly conflicted. There was no reason for him to refuse. In fact, quite the opposite. The entire shield realm was calling out for him to leave his worries and relax for a bit. The issue was that in most cases when Dallion had been made such an offer, the consequences were less than positive.

Dal. The dryads expression remained warm, but his voice had suddenly hardened. As much as I enjoy the occasional visit, I know you didnt come here to discuss interior design. Something is weighing on your mind, and it isnt something you want to share with the rest of your guardians.

You got me there, Dallion thought as he instinctively played with his blocking ring. Just as he suspected, the ring prevented Nil and the others from listening in. The only exception was Dallions new echo, but he had a feeling Gen would keep his quiet about this.

Is it about love triangles? The dryad prodded. Professional disagreements? Forging problems?

Youre pretty good, arent you? Dallion sighed.

As I said

Youre a companion gear, Dallion finished the sentence for him. Fine, lets get this over with.

The two went up a wooden stairwell until they reached the top floor of the realm. If Dallion was impressed with the changes before, now he was astonished. The entire floor was transformed into an indoor garden in the most remarkable way, including several large windows with a view of a perfectly blue ski.

The dryad led on to a small wooden table in the far side of the room, where he sat down. Dallion soon followed.

So? The dryad began. What shall we talk about?

There were several things on Dallions mind. Most were involved with Euryhis concern whether she was okay, her reaction to Gloria staying at the inn with Dallion, her reaction to Dallion taking Vend as a mentor, while also promising to become her apprentice

The war thirty years ago. In the end, Dallion went on to his other pressing topic. What can you tell me about that?

Thats a bit vague, you know. The guardian mused. There were quite a few wars thirty years ago. And no, I wasnt in all of them, but guardians talk and so do their owners. What exactly do you want to know?

I want to know what happened during the Wars of Inheritance.

Wow. The dryad whistled. You really dont beat about the bush. A lot of things were said, and as usual this is a matter on which there are many sides. The simple version is, there was a power vacuum, and it got filled. Some people took advantage, some didn't, some tried to take advantage, but failed.

Were chainlings used in battle?

The question caused the guardian to pause, creating its own bubble of silence in the room. Dallion could see how the emotions that filled every part of the furniture flickered off in succession, one by one, like lightbulbs down a corridor.

Sure thing, Dallion replied.

Whats in training room seven? He asked Nil.

And ruin the surprise? Nil laughed. Clearly this was one instance in which he wasnt going to be of any help.

There was quite a crowd in the training rooms. It was always amusing how a group of people would enter one, then leave almost instantly, only to be replaced by the next. In terms of true time, hours, maybe even weeks, had passed, but from an observer in the real world it was as if the place was full with very picky customers.

Training room seven was the exception. A middle-aged woman was there alreadysomeone Dallion had never seen, as well as a lot of fabrics and sewing materials.

Hi, the woman said without introducing herself. Please hold your arms sideways for a moment.

Err, okay. Dallion complied.

The woman then quickly proceeded to do a series of measurements, like a tailor. Dallion had gotten enough clothes done by Eury to know what was going on, although he still couldnt find any explanation for why it was happening here.

Youve no idea whats going on, do you? the woman asked with a polite smile.

No, not really.

As someone should have explained, nobles are quite picky, and since there isnt any time for you to go shopping before the meeting, Im here to make you something to wear. My name is Mory, by the way. Im one of the guilds elite crafters.

A crafter? This was the third time Dallion had actually seen one up close. For the most part crafters kept to themselves, going so far as to being in a separate section of the building. Dallion knew that they were responsible for combat year and equipment, although to be honest, he still wasnt exactly clear what that entailed, since everyone hed been with appeared to have bought their own weapons.

Ive already finished with the other two, so I have the basic design pinned down. Any variation you want to add, or do you leave that to me?

The clothes I have are with thread armor, Dallion tried to protest.

And a wonderful job, too, but the nobles tastes are a bit more refined. Youll have to be without armor on this one. Not that itll be an issue from what Vend told me.

Dallion could only grumble. That was another detail that his mentor had forgotten to mention. It was starting to turn into a habit. Then again, this seemed the way of this world.

I leave it to you. Something that would suit me.

Okay the woman continued measuring. Remove your gear for a moment. Ill have to make something for them as well she looked at Dallions boots. The books can stay. They are exotic enough to pass.

Thank the Moons for small blessings, Dallion thought.

After a few more seconds, the woman stepped back and started going through the fabrics gathered there. Looking at her, one would assume her to be a kind old lady from a Victorian novel. Using his music skills, though, Dallion could see that she was much more than that. The woman was dedicated to her craft to the point she was unwilling to forgive anyone who would harm her creations.

Dallion swallowed. Apparently, artists were very different from what they were back on Earth. Combine that with the ability to fight and Dallion wondered whether he wouldnt have to face living clothes at some point in the near future.

No need to worry, kiddo. The woman let out a warm laugh. This is not the first mission I save. I used to assist in a nobles house at one point.

Oh? What happened? Dallion let curiosity get the better of him.

The usual. The noble I was serving decided to go to the capital, so the lesser staff were let go. There was no regret in her as she spoke. Everything was matter-of-fact. I pity, but then again, thats why the city has guilds. She took out a small sample of silvery fabric, then looked at Dallion again. I think youll look fine in silver. Just one thing to keep in mind. It heats up close to fires, so dont stand near any torches.

Thanks, Ill try to remember that. Already he was feeling he was about to go somewhere where he didnt belong.