The aftermath of the brutal fight hangs heavily in the air, the silence broken only by the shallow breaths of the small girl before me. Her wide eyes, still filled with shock and fear, dart over the scene of violence—the fallen bodies of the attackers, the remains of the monstrous serpent. She looks terrified, shaken to her core. I take a slow, cautious step toward her, intending to apologize.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that—" I begin, but before I can finish, she suddenly rushes toward me and wraps her arms tightly around my waist. Her embrace catches me off guard, the strength of her grip surprising for her size. She clings to me, trembling.

Apollo, ever watchful, approaches. "Ryu, are you unharmed?" it asks, its tone devoid of the emotional weight in the air but still carrying a hint of concern.

I nod, gently placing a hand on the girl's head as she steps back, her grip loosening. I crouch down to her eye level, offering a reassuring smile despite the intensity of the moment. "Did I scare you?" I ask, my voice soft and calm. She shakes her head, though I can see a lingering fear in her eyes, tempered now with something else—relief, perhaps.

Her small hands still tremble slightly, and I wonder if it's my appearance that unsettles her. "Is it my face? My hood, maybe?" I ask, realizing that the shadows cast by my cloak might make me seem even more intimidating.

She nods timidly, her eyes briefly flicking to the dark fabric of my hood. I smile gently, reaching up to pull it back, revealing my face. Her eyes widen with curiosity, and slowly, the fear melts away, replaced by a small, shy smile.

I pull a clean cloth from my bag of holdings, dampen it with water from my pouch, and gently begin to wipe away the dirt and tears from her face. "Let's clean you up a bit first," I say softly. "What's your name?"

"Nikko," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I return her smile. "That's a very pretty name, Nikko," I say warmly. Her ears twitch slightly, and I notice her tail swishing back and forth. It's a small sign of comfort, and I can't help but feel a twinge of hope that she's calming down. "What are your names?" she asks, her curiosity starting to outweigh her fear.

"My name is Ryu," I tell her. "And this is Apollo." I gesture to my ever-present companion.

Apollo steps forward, but I notice her tail stills and her eyes widen in unease. I place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "He's my friend, I promise," I assure her, though her gaze shifts toward the fallen bodies behind us, a reminder of the betrayal I had just endured.

"I trust him," I continue, my voice steady. "Them, I didn't. But I promise you, Nikko, Apollo won't hurt you." She looks up at me, searching my eyes, and after a moment, she nods slowly. Her tail begins to move again, and her body relaxes just a bit.

Her gaze shifts back to me, and she tilts her head slightly. "Ryu... that means dragon," she says quietly, as though testing the word on her tongue.

I raise an eyebrow in surprise. "It does?" I ask, genuinely curious. I had never really thought much about the name my master had given me. It was just a name to me, a symbol of the past I carried.

Nikko nods, her ears twitching again. "In my tongue, it means dragon," she explains, her tail swishing more energetically now. I pause, the realization settling over me. Had my master known the meaning when he gave me that name? I wonder if there's more significance to it than I ever realized.

Nikko turns her attention to Apollo, her nose twitching as she sniffs the air slightly. "You have a strange scent," she remarks, her brows furrowing in confusion. "You don't smell like a human."

I chuckle softly. "Do you have a good sense of smell?" I ask.

She nods. "Beast folk can smell very well. But Apollo... he doesn't smell like a human. Or like an orc, or an elf, or beast folk. Is he some kind of monster?"

I glance at Apollo, and then back to Nikko, her innocent curiosity piquing a smile from me. "Apollo, would you remove your helmet?" I ask.

Apollo looks at me, then at Nikko, and after a brief pause, complies. The metallic clicks echo in the chamber as the helmet comes off, revealing its cold, emotionless metal face. Nikko stares in awe, not fear, her eyes wide with wonder. Her tail wags faster now, and her cat-like ears twitch with excitement.

"What are you?" she asks, her voice filled with awe.

"Apollo is an artificial metal being," I explain, hoping to simplify it for her.

"A modified ST-series military strategic analysis and tactics droid," Apollo corrects me in its monotone voice.

Nikko looks confused, and I smile gently. "It means Apollo is really smart. It helps me in battle, makes plans, and is also my companion. It's here to protect me, and now you too."

Nikko's eyes never leave Apollo as she takes it all in, clearly fascinated. Her fear has completely evaporated now, replaced by pure curiosity and amazement.

But as I look at her, a gnawing guilt begins to well up inside me. The images of the other children, the ones I couldn't save, flash through my mind. Their lifeless bodies haunt me. I take a breath and force myself to speak. "I'm sorry I didn't get to your friends in time," I say quietly, my voice heavy with remorse.

Nikko looks up at me, her eyes softening. Without a word, she steps forward and hugs me again, her small arms wrapping tightly around me. "I'd be dead too if it weren't for you," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude.

A lump forms in my throat, and I return the hug gently. As we break apart, I notice something else—the heavy metal collar around her neck.

"What is this?" I ask softly, reaching out to touch the cold steel.

Her expression darkens, and she lowers her head. "It's an obedience collar," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "With it on, I can't disobey or escape from my master."

I stare at the collar for a long moment, anger bubbling beneath my calm exterior. To enslave a child, to shackle her like this—it's unforgivable. I suppress my rage, focusing on her.

I place my hands on the cold metal collar around Nikko's neck, examining it closely. The runes etched into the steel pulse faintly with magical energy. "Who put this on you?" I ask, my voice soft but firm.

Nikko hesitates for a moment before pointing towards Wallace's lifeless body. "He did. It's enchanted with a powerful spell. Only the one who cast it can remove it," she whispers, her voice tinged with fear.

I look over at Wallace's still form, my expression hardening. "Let's see about that," I say, determination filling my tone.

Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the collar, recalling the spell-breaking technique I'd learned from Eldrin's book. My fingers trace the intricate runes, feeling the magical energy that flows through them. The spell is strong, but I can sense its structure, its origin. Slowly, I channel the Force through my hands, visualizing the spell as threads of energy woven together. One by one, I begin to unravel them, dismantling the enchantment from within.

Sweat beads on my forehead as the pressure of the task builds, but I push through, focusing my energy on breaking the spell's core. Finally, with a surge of power, the enchantment shatters. The collar cracks and falls from Nikko's neck, landing on the ground with a dull thud.

Nikko's eyes widen in astonishment. "You... you broke it," she stammers, her small hands instinctively touching her now-freed neck.

I smile gently at her. "You're free now."

Tears well up in her eyes, and before I can react, she throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much," she whispers over and over, her voice trembling with emotion.

I return the hug, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "You're safe now," I assure her, my voice soft. "How about we get out of here and find you a nice, warm meal? How does that sound?"

Nikko nods eagerly, her smile brightening with each passing moment. I pull my hood back over my head, the shadowy void concealing my face once more, while Apollo retrieves its sword and shield after donning its helmet. Together, we step out of the chambers, with Apollo following closely behind. A renewed sense of purpose surges through me.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

In my haste to rescue Nikko earlier, I hadn't activated the map charter on my gauntlet, too focused on pursuing Wallace and his accomplices. The maze of twisting corridors and stretching halls offered little in the way of navigation, but Nikko's sharp sense of smell led the way. She warned us of lurking monsters around corners before we even heard them, allowing Apollo to dispatch them swiftly. As we retraced our steps, we gathered the purple crystals we had ignored earlier, including the large one from the slain serpent.

To speed things up, I lift Nikko onto my shoulders. Her small hands cling to my head as she giggles, all traces of her earlier fear gone. It's remarkable how quickly her demeanor has shifted—where once she trembled at the sight of danger, she now rides high with confidence, her laughter mingling with the soft sound of our footsteps.

As we move through the dungeon's dimly lit halls, memories of my own childhood as a slave flood my mind. The weight of the collar I had once worn presses against my thoughts, a constant reminder of the chains I had broken free from. The pain, the helplessness... I can see it mirrored in Nikko's eyes. I make a silent vow to myself that she will never have to endure such torment again.

Apollo leads the way, cutting through any creatures that cross our path with methodical precision. The echoes of battle fade as quickly as they start, replaced by the calm silence of empty corridors. Nikko's guidance is invaluable—her keen sense of smell and sharp instincts map the dungeon like she's lived in it her whole life. Every threat is sniffed out before we even see it, her ability proving itself time and time again.

By the time we reach the entrance of the dungeon and step back into the town of Curville, the sun is already dipping below the horizon. The warm glow of sunset bathes the town in golden light, but the bustling streets remain as lively as ever. Adventurers, merchants, and townsfolk fill the air with the clamor of voices, the clinking of armor, and the hum of daily life. The vibrant stalls lining the streets display an array of shimmering weapons and intricate magical trinkets, their colors illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns.

I glance down at Nikko, still perched on my shoulders, her tail swaying contentedly. The weight of the world feels a little lighter, for now.

As we walk through the town, the curious stares of the townsfolk follow us. Their eyes linger on Nikko, who sits proudly on my shoulders, her ears twitching with excitement. There's admiration in their glances, though some carry hints of curiosity. I'm determined to keep her safe now, no matter what.

We decide to avoid the main inn and the guild hall. Both places are too crowded, and with Apollo and I being the only ones to return from the dungeon alive, it could raise unwanted questions. We'll explain ourselves in the morning, but for now, we seek a quieter, more secluded inn.

After asking around, we find a small inn on the far edge of town called "The Whispering Pines." The building has a worn yet charming feel to it, its ivy-covered stone walls and wooden beams giving it a peaceful, old-world charm. Flowers bloom in window boxes, adding splashes of color to the otherwise simple exterior.

As we step inside, we're greeted by an elderly woman with a warm smile. "Welcome to The Whispering Pines," she says softly. "I'm Edith." Her silver hair is neatly pinned back, and her eyes, though wrinkled with age, sparkle with kindness. She wears a simple but clean dress, giving her an air of homely grace.

Nikko, however, cowers behind me at the sight of Edith. Her small hands clutch at my cloak as she hides her face. Edith notices and approaches slowly, her smile gentle and reassuring. "And who is this little one?" she asks, her tone filled with tenderness.

"This is Nikko," I reply, my voice quiet but steady. "We... found her in the dungeon."

Edith gasps softly and kneels down, her tone as warm as ever. "Oh, you poor thing. You must have been through so much." Her eyes are full of compassion as she speaks, but Nikko clings tightly to my leg, clearly unsure of this new presence.

"I know it's late," I begin, "but would it be possible for you to help clean her up?"

Edith's smile remains kind. "Of course, but it seems she doesn't want to leave your side, does she?" She chuckles softly. "How about this—why don't you wait right outside the washroom? I'll take good care of her."

Nikko looks up at me, seeking reassurance. I crouch down and place a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be right here, I promise," I say gently.

Reluctantly, she lets go of my hand and takes Edith's. They head toward the back, and Apollo and I wait near the door. Not long after, they return, and I almost don't recognize Nikko. She's now wearing a pristine white dress, embroidered with delicate flowers along the hem. Her hair is brushed until it shines, her cat ears perked up, and her tail swishes with contentment. Her face, now clean, reveals smooth skin and bright, lively eyes.

"These clothes belonged to my daughter when she was Nikko's age," Edith explains with a proud smile. "They're much nicer than what she had before."

Nikko's face lights up with joy, and she twirls a little in her new dress. "How much for the clothes and your help?" I ask, already reaching for my coin pouch.

Edith waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that. I've been meaning to give those away for years. It's my pleasure."

Just then, Nikko's stomach growls loudly, and Edith chuckles warmly. "Sounds like someone's hungry," she teases, earning an eager nod from Nikko.

Edith guides us to a cozy dining room where a large fireplace crackles warmly. The wooden furniture, though simple and rustic, is sturdy and welcoming. The room is adorned with tapestries and paintings of peaceful landscapes, adding to the homely atmosphere.

Edith disappears into the back for a moment before returning with a young woman who carries a large pot of stew, along with bowls and bread. "This is my daughter, Mary," Edith introduces, her voice filled with pride.

Mary smiles as she sets the table. Her auburn hair is tied back in a neat braid, and her hazel eyes reflect the same kindness as her mother's. "It's nice to meet you all," she says, her voice soft but welcoming.

Edith returns, placing a small cauldron in the center of the table, steam rising from it, filling the room with the mouth-watering aroma of meat and vegetables. She carefully ladles the hearty stew into bowls, setting the first one before Nikko. The warmth from the stew seems to fill the room with an even deeper sense of comfort.

Nikko stares down at the bowl, then looks up at me with wide, hesitant eyes. "Am I allowed to eat all this?" she asks timidly, her voice small and unsure.

I nod gently. "Yes, Nikko, you can eat as much as you want."

Her eyes light up immediately, and without hesitation, she begins to dig in with the enthusiasm of someone who hasn't had a proper meal in far too long. The stew is rich and hearty, filled with tender chunks of meat, potatoes, carrots, and peas, all simmered in a savory broth that smells heavenly. Each bite she takes seems to fill her with warmth and joy, and I watch her with a mix of relief and sadness, reminded of my time on Kessel. I must've looked just like her once—starving, desperate for a simple comfort like food.

"She must have been through so much," Mary says softly, watching Nikko eat with tender eyes. I can hear the compassion in her voice, and it stirs something deep within me. The girl has been through unimaginable hardship, but in this moment, she's just a child enjoying a meal, finally safe.

Edith offers Apollo and me a bowl of the stew. Apollo, however, politely declines. "I am tired and would prefer to rest," it says, its voice calm and precise as ever. "Would you mind showing me to an available room?"

Mary nods and leads Apollo upstairs, leaving me and Nikko alone at the table. I serve myself some of the stew, and after taking a bite, I can't help but exclaim, "This stew is incredible!"

Edith chuckles, her warm smile lighting up her face. "Thank you, dear. I've been making it for many years. It's an old family recipe."

She offers me a glass of wine, which I accept gratefully. The wine is smooth, with a richness that complements the stew perfectly. I take another bite, savoring the flavors that seem to chase away the weariness of the day. For a brief moment, I allow myself to relax, letting the warmth of the inn and the meal wash over me.

As I finish my bowl of stew, I notice Nikko has fallen asleep at the table, her little form curled up peacefully. Her face is relaxed, free of the fear and worry she had earlier, and I can't help but feel a deep sense of responsibility for her now.

I thank Edith for everything she has done. "You've been more kind than I can express. Thank you for all of this."

"Of course," she replies, her voice full of warmth and understanding. "I'm just glad I could help."

I glance down at Nikko's sleeping form and then ask, "Could you show me to the room my companion is staying in?"

Edith hesitates for a moment, her eyes filled with concern. "The room is rather small. Perhaps it would be more comfortable for you and Nikko to have your own room?"

I shake my head gently. "One room is fine. We'll manage."

She nods, her expression softening. "I understand. Follow me, dear." She leads the way upstairs, and I follow quietly, carrying the sleeping Nikko in my arms, her soft breaths the only sound in the comforting quiet of the inn.

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Nikko makes soft, sleeping noises, her small form warm against me. After Edith shows us the room, she wishes us a good night and heads back downstairs. I step into the small, cozy space, taking in the simplicity of it. The room is modest but comfortable, with a neatly made bed, a desk, a wooden chair, and a dresser. A single window offers a view of the dungeon and the bustling city below, where lights twinkle like distant stars.

Apollo stands by the window, gazing out over the city. As I gently lay Nikko down on the bed, drawing the sheets over her, she stirs slightly, letting out a soft sigh before settling into a peaceful sleep.

I join Apollo by the window, cracking it open slightly to let in the cool night air. Pulling out my pipe, I ignite it with a small flame from my fingertip and take a deep puff, letting the smoke drift lazily into the night.

"How are you feeling?" Apollo asks, turning its head towards me.

I glance over at it. "About what? You mean about Nikko?"

"No," Apollo clarifies, "about the betrayal."

I exhale deeply, watching the smoke dissipate into the sky. "It stung, but I was prepared for it. I knew something felt off from the start. What surprised me was how far they'd go—kidnapping and enslaving children just to lure me in."

Apollo nods, its gaze shifting to Nikko, who sleeps soundly, her small face peaceful for the first time since I found her.

"What about her?" Apollo asks after a moment. "What do we do with her?"

"I don't know," I admit, watching the rise and fall of Nikko's chest.

"Perhaps we should take her to an orphanage," Apollo suggests.

"Maybe," I reply, though my voice lacks conviction.

"She has gotten attached to you," Apollo observes. "If we leave her at an orphanage, she may feel abandoned."

"Probably," I say quietly, "and I've grown attached to her too." I pause, the memories of my own past weighing on me. "I was a slave at her age, just like her. Maybe that's why I feel this connection. I couldn't save the others, but I can protect her."

I glance down at my gauntlet, and with a wave of my hand, the device hums to life. "DP-7, can you hear me?" I speak softly into the communicator. After a brief pause, a series of enthusiastic beeps fill the air, and a small smile tugs at my lips.

"Hey, DP-7," I say, listening to its relieved chimes. "Yes, we're alright. I need you to bring the speeder bike to our location, but keep it hidden. I'm sending the coordinates now."

After transmitting the location, DP-7 confirms with more beeps, letting me know it will take two days to reach us. I relay this to Apollo, who nods, turning its attention back to the city and dungeon below.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards and the faint murmur of the wind outside. For the first time in days, I feel a small sense of peace—though it's fleeting. Nikko is safe for now, but the weight of what she's endured clings to her, even in sleep.

As the night wears on, I sense her stirring beside me, her small form trembling under the blankets. She jerks awake, her eyes wide with fear, as if still caught in the grips of her nightmare.

"Nikko," I whisper gently, crouching beside her bed. "It's alright. You're safe."

She blinks rapidly, her panicked gaze slowly focusing on me. Without a word, she lunges into my arms, clinging to me with desperate strength. I can feel her heart racing, her body shaking as if she's still fighting off the terrors that haunt her.

"It's okay," I murmur, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close. "You're in a safe place now. No one will hurt you here."

Her grip tightens around me, and I sit with her in the quiet room, letting her feel the safety of my presence. The memories of my own nightmares, the same terror I had once known, stir within me, but I push them aside. Nikko needs this—needs me to be strong for her. I could feel the desperation in her touch—as if she believed that if she let go, all of this would disappear, and she would be thrust back into the nightmare. I held her close, feeling her tremble against me, her breathing ragged and uneven. She had been through hell, and even here, in the safety of the inn, she couldn't shake the fear that clung to her.

"Ryu?" Her voice trembles as she peers up at me from beneath the blanket, her wide eyes searching mine with uncertainty. "Why did those bad men have to die?"

Her question lingers in the air, a quiet plea for understanding. For a moment, I'm at a loss. She's seen death before, more than any child should ever witness, but this time feels different. It's no longer just something that happens—she's beginning to search for meaning, to make sense of a world that's been so unforgiving to her.

I take a deep breath, pulling her closer to me, my hand resting gently on her head. "Sometimes," I begin, my voice low and steady, "there are people who choose to hurt others, people who don't care about the pain they cause. And when that happens, the only way to protect the people we care about... is to stop them. Even if it means..." My words trail off as I wrestle with how to explain such a cruel truth to someone so young and innocent.

Nikko's ears twitch, her tail curling up close to her small frame. "Like you stopped them?" she asks, her voice fragile but searching.

I nod slowly. "Yes, like I stopped them."

She falls silent for a moment, her little face deep in thought, processing my words. "But... they're gone now. And the others... the ones in the dungeon... they didn't come with us."

Her words strike hard. The memory of the other children, their lifeless bodies still fresh in my mind, sends a wave of guilt through me. I had tried so desperately to save them. I did everything I could—but it hadn't been enough.

"I know, Nikko," I whisper, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can't save everyone."

Her small hand reaches up, clutching the fabric of my shirt, her fingers trembling. "I don't want to lose you," she whispers, her voice breaking as tears well in her eyes.

My heart aches as I wrap my arms around her tighter, holding her close. "You won't lose me, I promise," my voice firm.

She clings to me as though she's afraid I might disappear if she lets go. Slowly, her body begins to relax, the fear that had gripped her releasing its hold. But even as her breathing steadies, she still holds on, refusing to let me go.

As the weight of the moment settles over us, I realize she's not ready to be alone, not tonight. Without hesitation, I lie down beside her, letting her snuggle into my chest. Her small body presses against mine, and though the closeness feels unfamiliar, I don't push her away. She needs this—needs to feel safe.

Her trembling eases as she burrows deeper into my arms, her warmth seeping into me. The soft flicker of the lantern casts a warm glow over her, and as I watch her drift into sleep, I find myself torn. I've never been used to this kind of closeness, to having someone rely on me so deeply. But here she is, trusting me with everything she has left.

"Ryu?" Her voice is barely a whisper now, soft and hesitant, as she nestles her head against my chest.

I tighten my hold on her, a fierce protectiveness swelling within me. "I'm here, Nikko. I'll always be here," I whisper back, my voice gentle but resolute.

She shifts slightly in my arms, her small form finally relaxing completely. The trembling subsides, and a soft, contented purr escapes her lips. It's such a small sound, but it fills the room with an unexpected warmth, soothing the lingering shadows of fear.

As I hold her, the reality of it all sinks in. Nikko isn't just some child I saved. She's part of my life now—my family. The thought brings with it an unfamiliar sense of purpose, something I hadn't expected. I glance down at her peaceful face, her breathing steady as she sleeps soundly in my arms.

And in that moment, as I hold Nikko close, I realize that I'm not just protecting her. She's giving me something in return. A purpose. A reason to keep fighting.

Nikko clings to me as she sleeps, her small body pressing against mine, the soft purrs escaping her lips filling the quiet room. Her tail, still curled around my arm, occasionally twitches, and I can feel her steady, gentle breaths. The tension that once gripped her fragile form has melted away, leaving her relaxed and calm, her face serene.

I watch her, taking in the innocence of her slumber. There's something deeply comforting in the way she's nestled into me, trusting me without hesitation. But that very trust gnaws at me. How could she know the dangers that lie ahead? How could she understand the risks of staying with someone like me?

A child—so young, so fragile. How could I drag her into the life I live, with its constant battles, betrayals, and the looming shadows of enemies from this world?

She doesn't belong in my world.

I feel a knot tighten in my chest. The realization hits hard: I should leave her behind. I should take her to an orphanage, someplace safe where she can grow without the threat of death hanging over her. It's the logical choice—the smart choice.

And yet...

A part of me refuses to let go. The same part that pulled her from that dungeon, that carried her on my shoulders through the corridors of death. The part that, despite knowing the risks, wants to protect her. Keep her close. Give her a chance at something better than what she's had so far.

But what if I can't protect her? What if I fail her, just like I failed before?

The decision nags at me, pulling me in two directions. Which would be best for her? Do I take her with me, knowing the life I lead could destroy her? Or do I drop her off, leave her to a life where she'll never see me again?

I let out a sigh, my chest tight with indecision, and lean fully back onto the bed. My eyes drift to the ceiling, its wooden beams barely visible in the dim light of the room.

"Apollo?" I call out softly, my voice breaking the silence.

It turns its head from the window, its photoreceptors glowing faintly in the dark as it regards me.

"What would you do?" I ask, my voice heavier than I expected.

Apollo tilts its head slightly, considering the question. For a moment, there's only the soft hum of its processing systems, and then, in its calm, analytical voice, it responds. "I do not have emotions, Ryu, but I have observed the choices beings make when faced with such dilemmas."

I turn my head to look at it, curious. "And what have you observed?"

Apollo pauses again, as if searching for the right words. "There are two types of decisions in this situation: the logical and the emotional. Logically, removing Nikko from your care ensures her safety. It would remove her from the dangers you face and place her in an environment where she could grow without the threats of your enemies."

I nod slowly, feeling the weight of those words, even though I know them to be true.

"But," Apollo continues, and there's a shift in its tone, "emotionally, I have observed that attachment often defies logic. Nikko has already grown attached to you. Leaving her in an orphanage would sever that bond and could instill a sense of abandonment in her. Such experiences, especially at a young age, can shape a being's development in unpredictable ways."

I blink, surprised at its insight. "So you think taking her with me is the better option?"

"I did not say that," Apollo replies, tilting its head again. "I am stating that emotional decisions carry their own consequences. By keeping Nikko with you, you risk her becoming a target. But by leaving her behind, you risk her feeling abandoned. The question is not which choice is safer or easier, Ryu. It is which consequence you are willing to live with."

The words sink in, heavy and clear. I feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me even harder now. There's no easy answer, no path without sacrifice.

I glance back at Nikko, her face peaceful as she sleeps, and the thought of leaving her behind twists something deep inside me.

"Which consequence can I live with," I murmur, almost to myself. The answer isn't clear, not yet. But Apollo's words leave me pondering, more deeply than I expected.

Silence fills the room again, except for Nikko's soft breathing and the gentle hum of Apollo's systems. I close my eyes, trying to let the decision settle, but the truth is, I'm still torn.

And I don't know which choice is right.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

I suddenly feel a strange weight on my chest and a gentle shake stirring me. I open my eyes to see Nikko with a bright smile on her face, repeatedly shaking me to wake up.

"Alright, alright, I'm up," I say, patting her on the head. Her ears twitch, and she reacts with delight to the pat. I gently move her aside and sit up, stretching. The light of the rising sun casts the room in a golden hue. I notice Apollo still standing by the window, seemingly having not moved from that spot all night.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask Nikko.

"Yes," she replies with a nod. "I had a nightmare at first, but then I slept great. I felt a lot safer with you by my side."

We head downstairs, where Edith greets us with a warm "Good morning." The dining hall is quaint and inviting, the scent of freshly cooked breakfast filling the air. We sit down to a delicious but simple meal. As we eat, Edith approaches me, holding an envelope.

"This arrived for you this morning," she says, handing it to me. The letter bears the crest of the Adventurer's Guild.

"Thank you," I reply as she disappears into the kitchen. I open the envelope and read the contents. "I figured they'd contact me," I say out loud.

Apollo, always observant, asks, "What does the letter say?"

"We've been summoned by the guild master of Curville's Adventurer's Guild," I reply.

Nikko, busy eating, looks up briefly but continues her meal. Apollo asks, "Does it have something to do with the recent deaths of our former companions?"

"Most likely," I answer.

We finish eating and approach the tiny reception desk, currently manned by Mary. I place a silver coin on the counter, which shocks her.

"That's far too much," she says, looking at the coin.

"We'll be staying for a couple more days," I tell her. "And this is for the amazing food and wonderful service."

She hesitates, then smiles and thanks me warmly. As we step out, Nikko insists on holding my hand, and I comply, feeling a sense of responsibility and care for her.

The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over Curville. The town is slowly coming to life, with merchants setting up their stalls and the sound of morning chatter filling the air. Nikko's small hand in mine, we head towards the adventurers guild.

The guild hall was as busy as last time as we step inside. However, the hall falls silent when they spot me, Apollo and Nikko. Whispers ripple through the crowd, and I can't help but think we must be quite the sight— Apollo, a towering knight and me, a hooded figure with my face hidden in shadow, holding the hand of a little girl. I shrug off the thought and head toward the reception area and after a group of adventurers finish, spot Meridith.

She spots us and greets us warmly. "What can I do for you?"

Meridith leans over the counter, her eyes lighting up as she spots Nikko clinging tightly to my side. "Well, isn't she just the cutest little thing!" Meridith exclaims with a warm smile, her voice gentle but filled with curiosity. "What's your name, sweetie?"

Nikko's small fingers tighten their grip on my cloak, and she buries her face into my waist, trying to hide from the attention. I feel her trembling slightly, clearly uncomfortable with all the eyes on us.

I place a comforting hand on her back, trying to reassure her. "Her name is Nikko," I say softly, looking at Meridith. "We found her in the dungeon. She's been through a lot."

Meridith's smile softens, and her eyes fill with concern. "Oh, bless her heart," she says quietly, her gaze flicking back to Nikko's small, trembling form. "No wonder she's shy. Poor thing's probably seen more than any child should."

Nikko stays silent, her face still hidden, but I can feel the tension in her body beginning to ease as I gently rub her back. I kneel slightly, bringing myself down to her level. "It's alright," I whisper to her. "No one's going to hurt you here."

Meridith leans back slightly, giving Nikko more space, her tone now softer. "No need to worry, dear. We're all friends here. You're safe with him."

Meridith corrects herself and repeats, "I apologize. What can I do for you?"

I show Meridith the letter and tell her, "We've been summoned by the guild master."

Immediately, her friendly smile disappears upon seeing the letter. "Oh, it's you. The guild master is expecting you. Please follow me," she says coldly. She leads us upstairs, the adventurers still staring at us.

Upon the many whispers I can make out one, "That's the guy that murdered his companions," but I ignore it.

Meridith leads us to a door and knocks, stating, "Ryu and Apollo are here to see you."

A stern voice bellows from the other side of the door, "Let them in."

She opens the door and lets us in before closing it behind us. The guild master's office is grand, with high ceilings, large windows that offer a panoramic view of the bustling city center and the dungeon, and intricately carved wooden furniture. There are a couple of couches with a small table between them, creating a comfortable seating area.

The guild master, stands by the window, watching over the crowd below. Without turning around, he tells us to take a seat. I sit down, and Nikko, a little frightened, sits beside me, holding my hand tightly.

The guild master turns around, his presence commanding. He is a tall and imposing figure with graying hair and a neatly trimmed beard. "I am Rickston Marshal, the guild master of Curville's Adventurers Guild," he introduces himself. He then sits opposite us, a serious look on his face. "Do you have any idea why I have summoned you here?" he asks, his focus directed at me.

His voice is stern, booming with authority. I lean back, trying to remain calm, which in turn helps Nikko to calm down as well. "I do," I reply, "It must have something to do with what happened in the dungeon yesterday, correct?"

Rickston nods. "The bodies of Wallace Bragg, Eldrin and Aldric Hightower, Talin Swiftfoot, and Wallace's companions, Darian Black, Loran Stone, and Marik Redspar were found last night by a group of adventurers. At first it appeared as series of unfortune since they were found in a boss room. However, their injuries and the placement of their bodies indicate they were killed by another adventurer. According to guild logs, you and your friend there, accompanied them into the dungeon."

He then adds, upon noticing Nikko, "I apologize for my rudeness. Would you all care for some tea and cookies?"

At the mention of cookies, I notice Nikko's eyes light up with excitement and I suppress a chuckle. "Yes, please," I tell him.

Rickston gets up, approaches his desk, and rings a little bell. A servant enters the room, and Rickston instructs, "Bring my guests tea and cookies."

The servant nods and disappears. Rickston sits back down across from us. Shortly after, the servant returns with a clothed wagon carrying a teapot, four teacups, and a tray of cookies, placing them each on the small table between the couches. Nikko stares at the cookies but she hesitates, a sad look on her face. I take one of the cookies and try it. It's surprisingly good. After I eat one I assure her she can have some. Nikko's face lights up and her tail starts wagging as she grabs a handful and starts eating them eagerly while the servant pours out tea for everyone. Apollo declines the tea, and the servant nods, not pouring a cup for it. Then the servant leaves.

Rickston and I each grab a cup of tea and start sipping. Rickston's demeanor remains unchanged throughout the process. After taking a sip, Rickston asks, "I don't know what exactly happened in there as I'm merely working with speculations here. If you could tell me what happened I'll be able to properly put together the pieces."

I ask, "Are we under arrest?"

"That will be up to me to decide," Rickston replies.

I nod and ask, "Do you mind if I smoke?" He shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea but his eyes remained fixated at me. I retrieve my pipe and my herb pouch. After I light my pipe using a flame I make appear on my finger, earning a raised eyebrow from Rickston, I let out a puff of smoke into the ceiling then begin. I began with how I stood up for Eldric against Wallace the day before. I omitted sensing the distress from the children and instead told Rickston I found the bulging bags he and his goons were carrying suspicious and decided to follow them. While I recap, Rickston takes the occasional sip but his demeanor remained the same. When I began mentioning finding the remains of children he raises an eyebrow. I also omitted using the force or my lightsaber. I'd rather not draw that kind of attention to us. When I began mentioning Eldric holding a knife against Nikko and Talin and Aldric raising their weapons against me he sighed a little while still gazing at me.

When I finished, the room falls silent, the only sound being Nikko munching on another cookie. Rickston leans back in his chair, studying me intently while I let out another puff of smoke from my pipe. Apollo remains silent and motionless, as always, while Nikko sips her tea, enjoying its taste. Finally, Rickston breaks the silence.

"Why didn't you come to the guild immediately after the altercation?" he asks, his voice steady but probing.

I take a moment before responding. "I didn't think it was best to put Nikko in that kind of spot. I decided to bring her to a quiet inn so she could get a warm meal and a good night's sleep, away from prying eyes. I was planning to come to the guild first thing in the morning."

Rickston nods, then shifts from me to Nikko, softening slightly. "I need to hear from her," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "Nikko, can you tell me what happened in the dungeon?"

Nikko tightens her grip on my hand, her wide eyes locking onto mine for reassurance. I give her a gentle nod. "It's okay, Nikko. You can tell him."

She takes a deep breath, trembling slightly as she begins to speak. "I... I was taken from my home, along with three other children. They... they beat us, barely fed us, and gave us almost no water. We were brought to Curville, and Wallace bought us. He said we'd be the perfect bait... and took us deep into the dungeon."

Her small voice quivers with fear as her tail droops and her ears lay flat against her head. She's holding back tears as she continues, "I watched my friends die... one by one. I thought I was next. I thought I would die too. But Ryu and Apollo saved me." Her voice cracks, and she begins to sob softly, burying her face in my side. "Wallace's friends... they were going to kill me... but Ryu stopped them."

I rub her back gently, my chest tightening with guilt and anger at what she had endured. "You're safe now," I whisper softly to her.

Rickston listens carefully, his expression hardening as he absorbs her story. When she finishes, he leans back in his chair, deep in thought. The only sound in the room is Nikko's soft sobs and the quiet ticking of a clock in the background.

"Thank you, Nikko," Rickston says after a long pause, his tone sincere. "You've been very brave." He looks back at me, his sharp eyes narrowing as he makes his decision. "Based on her testimony and your account, I can't make a final judgment right now. I'll need to discuss this with the city's council and higher authorities to reach a conclusion. Until then, you and Apollo are not permitted to leave Curville."

I sit up straighter, my brow furrowing. Before I can say anything, Nikko's voice rings out, strong and defiant. "Papa did nothing wrong!" she exclaims, her small hands clenched tightly into fists. "He saved me!"

Her words take me by surprise, a wave of warmth flooding my chest, and I see Rickston's eyebrows lift, clearly not expecting the outburst either. He studies her for a moment, then a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he looks back at me, an amused glint in his eyes.

"Papa, eh?" Rickston says with a grin. "Seems she's grown quite attached to you."

I glance down at Nikko, her face set with determination as she stares directly at Rickston, unwavering in her defense of me. My heart aches with a strange mix of pride and protectiveness, seeing just how fiercely she stands up for me. She looks so small yet unyielding, her loyalty clear in her eyes.

Rickston shifts his gaze back to her, his tone softening. "Your Papa is not under arrest," he assures her, a faint smile lingering as he nods in my direction.

The tension that had been building in my chest loosens just slightly, enough for me to focus. "Are we going to be imprisoned?" I ask, keeping my voice steady, though I'm ready for whatever he might say.

Rickston reaches for one of the cookies on the table, his movements slow, almost deliberate. "For now, no. You're not proven guilty yet." He takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully before continuing. "However, if you try to leave the city, we'll consider you guilty, and the punishment will be severe. You may move freely around Curville, but we'll keep a close eye on you." He glances meaningfully toward Nikko before turning his gaze back to me. "You may also venture into the dungeon, but I'd appreciate it if you don't stay too long down there."

I nod slowly, digesting his words. "Understood. May we leave now?"

Rickston finishes his cookie, wiping the crumbs from his hand before nodding. "Yes, you may. You're staying at the Whispering Pines Inn, correct?"

I nod again. "We are."

"I'll reach out via letter about your verdict," Rickston says, his tone final. "Until then, stay out of trouble."

I rise from the chair, helping Nikko to her feet as she clings tightly to me. Apollo stands silently beside me, and we make our way toward the door.

"Thank you for your time, Guild Master," I say, nodding respectfully.

Rickston's eyes linger on us as we leave, his expression inscrutable. "Take care of that little one," he says quietly before we step out of his office.

As we close the door behind us and make our way through the busy guild hall, the weight of uncertainty settles in. But for now, we've avoided the worst.

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As we step out of Rickston's office, I notice Nikko is unusually quiet. Her normal energy and curiosity have been replaced with a nervous tension. Her ears droop, and her tail swishes anxiously behind her. The usually brave, cheerful child looks weighed down by something heavy, something she hasn't yet shared with me.

I guide her to a quiet corner at the far end of the hall, away from the hustle of the guild. The murmurs of adventurers fade into the background as we find a spot where the noise isn't so overwhelming. I crouch down to her level, making sure to keep my voice soft and gentle.

"Nikko," I begin carefully, "why did you call me 'Papa' back there?"

Her ears twitch slightly at the question, but then they flatten against her head, and her tail curls protectively around her legs. Her small hands fidget nervously, and she avoids looking at me. "I... it just slipped out," she stammers. "I didn't mean to call you that."

I watch her closely, her behavior telling me more than her words. She's hiding something, something that's eating away at her. I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Nikko, why did you call me 'Papa'?" I press softly, trying to ease her into sharing the truth.

Her eyes well up with tears, and she glances at me, her small body trembling. "Are you going to drop me off at an orphanage?" she asks, her voice fragile, her words laced with fear.

I freeze for a moment, taken aback by the question. Guilt washes over me as I remember my conversation with Apollo the night before. She must've overheard us. Her wide eyes, full of desperation, pierce through me.

"You heard us talking, didn't you?" I ask quietly, though the answer is clear from her trembling form.

Nikko nods, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Are you going to abandon me?" she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of her fears.

I sigh, feeling the weight of her question press down on me. "Nikko," I begin, my voice gentle but heavy, "don't you have a Mama and Papa in your homeland? Maybe we could take you back to them."

She shakes her head slowly, her ears drooping even lower. Her tail sways sadly at her feet, and her eyes glisten with more unshed tears. "I never had a Papa," she murmurs. "It was just me and Mama... but she died when I was little. I've been living on my own ever since, until..." her voice trails off, her body trembling at the memory. "Until those bad people took me away."

Her words hit me like a blow. This child had been surviving on her own, enduring more than any child her age should have to. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm for her sake. I kneel closer, resting a hand on her small shoulder.

"You'd be safe in an orphanage, Nikko," I say softly, though the words feel heavy in my mouth. "It's dangerous out here with me... too dangerous for a child."

"No!" she shakes her head fiercely, her hands balling into fists. "Orphanages are awful! They treat us like we don't matter... I don't feel safe there. But I feel safe with you."

Before I can respond, Apollo steps forward, its voice calm and steady. "Ryu, we are more than capable of keeping her safe. She would be safer with us than in an orphanage."

I glance at Apollo, surprised by its sudden input. It rarely speaks on matters of emotion, but there's a sound logic to its words that resonates with me. I turn back to Nikko, who is looking up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Is this what you really want?" I ask quietly.

Nikko's lips quiver, and she nods, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with quiet determination. "Please... don't leave me."

I exhale slowly, the weight of the decision settling heavily on my shoulders. I look into her eyes—innocent, trusting eyes—and I know that I can't leave her behind. Not after everything she's been through. Not after she's placed all her hope and trust in me.

"Alright," I say softly, finally giving in. "But there are rules you have to follow."

Nikko's face lights up instantly, her ears perking up, and her tail wagging excitedly behind her. "I'll follow any rules!" she exclaims eagerly.

I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "First rule," I say seriously, "you must stay within my sight at all times. Second, whenever there's danger, you stay close to Apollo. Understood?"

She nods eagerly, her face glowing with happiness. "I promise! I'll stay close!"

Before I can say another word, she throws herself into my arms, almost knocking me over with the force of her hug. "Thank you, Papa! Thank you!" she says over and over, her small arms clutching me tightly.

I hold her close, feeling the weight of responsibility settle in my chest. "I will never abandon you, Nikko," I whisper, my voice filled with emotion. "I promise."

Apollo steps closer, its mechanical voice steady and calm. "And I will protect you as well, Nikko."

Nikko looks up at Apollo, her smile growing even wider. "Thank you, Apollo!" she says, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

For the first time in what feels like ages, a sense of peace washes over me. We are a family now, bonded not by blood but by circumstance. And I will do everything in my power to keep her safe from the dangers of this world.

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I ponder how to pass the time. Curville, with its bustling streets and adventurers, isn't known for entertainment. The quests on the mission board are all dungeon runs, but I'm hesitant to take Nikko back into that place. She's too young, and returning might trigger painful memories. Still, I decide to ask her what she'd like to do.

Her response catches me off guard. "I want to help you in the dungeon, Papa," she says, her eyes filled with determination.

I hesitate. The memory of the gruesome remains, the danger we faced, is still fresh in my mind. Before I can voice my concern, she quickly adds, "I'll be careful. I'll always stay by your side or Apollo's."

I think about it. We could use the coin and experience, and her keen sense of smell had proven invaluable before. Maybe, if we proceed with caution and take it slow, it could work.

"Alright," I agree, though still unsure. "But we'll take it slow. No rushing in, and you must stay close at all times."

Her face lights up with a big smile, and despite my reservations, I feel a sense of pride and responsibility swell within me. Apollo, ever silent, stands by as a steadying presence.

As we step into the main hall of the guild, the atmosphere shifts. Adventurers and staff send glances our way, whispering among themselves. I instruct Apollo to grab some quests from the mission board, remembering that Talin had the previous mission papers. Nikko holds my hand tighter as we approach one of the reception desks.

A different woman works the desk today, but her greeting is anything but warm. Her sharp eyes, framed by dark hair tied in a tight bun, regard us coldly.

"One silver coin per person," she demands curtly, barely meeting my gaze.

I hand over the money, and without a word of thanks, she gives us the dungeon pass with brisk, dismissive movements. Her clear disdain is unmistakable, and she practically shoos us away, wanting nothing more to do with us.

Apollo returns, holding an excessive stack of mission pamphlets, earning glares from nearby adventurers.

"You didn't need to grab so many," I say with a sigh. Returning them would only draw more unwanted attention.

After filling out the dungeon pass, I decide it's best to move on. If Nikko is coming with us into the dungeon, she needs something to defend herself with. A weapon suited for her size.

We head out, leaving behind the whispers and judgmental stares. The name 'Elara's Forge' echoes in my mind from when Meridith had whispered it to me. I decide to head there. As we walk through the streets, the tension begins to ease. The atmosphere outside the guild is far more pleasant; people mind their own business, and I sigh in relief. Nikko seems more at ease too, her grip on my hand loosening slightly.

After asking for directions, we find the blacksmith shop nestled by the city wall, far from the bustling center. The shop is modest but sturdy, with a glowing furnace and blacksmithing tools scattered about. Hammers and tongs lay ready for use, though no one is working outside at the moment.

Inside, the quality of the weapons immediately impresses me. Unlike the shop in Arroyo, the weapons here are finely crafted—swords with razor-sharp edges, gleaming axes, and shields that look strong enough to withstand the fiercest of blows. Apollo scans a row of spears while Nikko and I approach the counter.

Behind the counter, an elf woman is engrossed in a book. She wears a leather apron over simple clothes, her hair tied back in a practical style to keep it out of her face. She doesn't notice us, too focused on whatever she's reading.

Nikko spots a small bell on the counter, a polished brass bell like those found in inns. She stands on her toes and rings it. The chime echoes through the shop, finally breaking the elf's concentration.

Her eyes shift down, spotting Nikko, who is just tall enough to peek over the counter. The elf's face softens, her previous focus replaced with a warm smile. "And what can I do for you, little one?" she asks kindly.

Nikko, emboldened by the warmth in the elf's tone, responds, "My Papa wants to buy a weapon."

The elf chuckles softly. "Your Papa, huh?" Her gaze rises to meet mine, and her friendly demeanor immediately changes. She freezes, her eyes narrowing slightly, her smile fading into a stiff expression. "Can I help you?" she asks, her tone now formal and distant.

Sensing the sudden shift, Nikko quickly chimes in. "That's my Papa you're talking to."

The elf's eyes widen slightly, her initial judgment faltering. She clears her throat, a bit flustered. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't judge someone based on appearance," she admits, her voice softening once again.

I nod, understanding her reaction. "It's alright. I'm used to it."

The elf offers a slight smile. "I'm Elara," she introduces herself, more at ease now. "Welcome to my shop. You won't find finer weapons or armor in all of Curville. What can I help you with?"

I glance at Nikko, whose ears perk up, clearly excited by the idea of getting her own weapon. "I'd like to get something for Nikko," I say, resting a hand on her head. "Something light, easy for her to use in case of danger."

Nikko's excitement is evident, her cat ears perking up and her tail swishing with anticipation.

Elara glances down at Nikko, her expression softening. "How old are you, sweetie?" she asks.

"Seven!" Nikko responds proudly, her ears twitching with excitement.

Elara raises an eyebrow and gives me a quizzical look. "Seven? Isn't she a bit too young to be carrying a weapon?"

I nod, knowing full well what she's implying. "She is, but I'd feel a lot safer if she had something to defend herself with."

Elara chuckles lightly, her eyes flicking over me with a hint of amusement. "You don't strike me as the sentimental type," she remarks.

For a brief moment, I hear the echo of the 12th Brother's cold voice in my mind, mocking me from the past. "Your sentimentality makes you weak." I grit my teeth, shaking the memory away. Now's not the time for that. I need to focus.

Elara tilts her head, her fingers tapping her chin thoughtfully as she studies Nikko. "I've never crafted a weapon for a child before," she admits, her brow furrowed in thought.

"It doesn't need to be anything too complex," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Just something light, strong, and easy to handle."

Elara nods slowly, her mind clearly turning over the idea. "Well, I don't usually make knives for children, and if I'm going to meet those requirements, it's going to take some fine crafting. It won't come cheap."

"That won't be a problem," I assure her, my tone firm.

Elara studies me for a moment, her sharp eyes scanning me then Nikko. Then she smiles, the professional mask slipping back into place. "Alright," she says. "I'll see what I can do. Follow me to the back, and we'll take a look at the materials."

Nikko beams up at me, clearly excited about getting her first weapon. I give her a reassuring nod as we follow Elara deeper into the forge. A part of me still feels uneasy about arming her, but given what we've been through, I know it's the right choice.

Elara leads us through the forge, her footsteps sure and confident, guiding us to a back room beyond the main workshop. As soon as she pushes open the heavy wooden door, I'm hit by the scent of hot metal and smoke. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the warm glow of a forge set against the far wall. Shelves line the walls, stacked with different metals, each with their own sheen and texture. It's a craftsman's haven, filled with materials of varying shapes and sizes, all waiting to be forged into something deadly or beautiful.

Elara gestures to the array of metals displayed across the room. "These are what I work with," she says, a note of pride in her voice. "Each one has its own strengths and weaknesses, so it depends on what you're looking for."

I step forward, drawn to the various materials. There's a deep, resonant hum in the air—a weight to this place that feels... familiar. My eyes scan the rows of metals, each one distinctly different from the next. I reach out, my hand hovering over the first one, a slab of dark iron with a matte finish. My fingers brush against its surface, feeling the cold hardness beneath my skin. Heavy, durable—this is a metal meant for strength, not speed.

"Good for armor," I murmur, more to myself than to Elara.

She watches me, her sharp eyes observing my every move, curious about how I handle the materials. "You've got an eye for metal," she says, a hint of respect in her tone. "Not many can tell the difference just by touch."

I move to the next, a lighter piece—a silvered steel with a polished sheen that reflects the light of the forge. It's smoother, lighter in my hand, but I can feel the strength in it, like a coil ready to spring. I twist it slightly, testing the give. It's flexible but still resilient.

"Silvered steel," Elara explains. "More agile than iron, and it holds an edge much longer. Best for those who need speed and precision."

I nod, impressed by its balance. It feels right in my hand, but I move on.

The next material catches my eye immediately. It's a strange, dark metal with veins of shimmering blue running through it, almost like liquid energy frozen in time. I pick it up, feeling the unusual warmth it radiates. The weight is odd—heavier than it looks but light in my grip. There's something... alive about it, like it's humming beneath my skin.

"Arcanium," Elara says, watching my reaction closely. "Rare and expensive. It's imbued with magical properties, so it's ideal for enchanted weapons. But it's tricky to forge—temper it wrong, and it'll shatter under pressure."

I hold the metal up to the light, watching as the blue veins pulse gently. There's a strange pull to it, something almost hypnotic. But I shake my head, setting it back down. "Not right for Nikko," I say, though part of me considers keeping a note of it for future use.

Elara smiles faintly. "You've handled weapons before, haven't you? The way you touch the metal... it's like you know exactly what you're looking for."

I glance at her but don't respond immediately, instead moving to the next material—a chunk of gleaming, almost shimmering metal. It's impossibly light, almost like holding air, yet I know the reputation it carries. "Mithril," Elara explains. "Strong as steel but as light as a feather."

"Costly," Elara adds with a smirk. "But for something small, like a blade for Nikko... it could be perfect."

I weigh the mithril in my hand, rolling it between my fingers. It's smooth, almost too perfect. The weightlessness could be an advantage for someone as small as her. Yet, I hesitate. Something inside me pulls me to keep looking.

I set the mithril down and move to a darker metal. It's rougher, not as polished as the others, but there's a rugged charm to it. As I pick it up, I feel the density—heavy, but not in a cumbersome way. It feels solid, reliable, like it would withstand anything thrown at it.

"Elvanite," Elara says, stepping beside me. "A favorite of the elven warriors. Strong but forgiving. It's not as light as mithril, but it can take a beating and still keep its edge."

I consider it for a moment, feeling the raw strength in the metal, the sense of resilience. "This... might be the one," I murmur, feeling the weight of the decision in my hands.

Elara watches me closely, her eyes flicking between me and the metal. "You seem to know exactly what you want. A weapon like this could last her a lifetime."

I pause, still holding the elvanite. "It's not just about the weapon. It's about making sure she can defend herself—without it being too much of a burden."

Elara nods, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. "For someone like her... this would be a good choice. Strong, balanced, and durable. She'll be able to grow with it."

I study the metal one last time, feeling its potential. Then I look at Nikko, her wide eyes watching us with curiosity. She doesn't fully understand the weight of this decision, but she trusts me. And in that moment, I realize just how important it is to get this right.

"This is the one," I say quietly, my decision firm. "The elvanite."

Elara nods approvingly. "I'll craft a blade suited for her. It'll take a couple of days, but when it's done, it'll be something special."

I hand her the metal, feeling a sense of relief as the decision is made. "Thank you," I say, meaning it.

Elara takes the metal and we return to her counter. "It'll be a challenge, but I can do it."

Apollo approaches the counter, holding a mighty spear. "I would like to add this spear to my arsenal," it states.

Elara examines the spear and nods approvingly. "That one costs eighty-five silver."

"Eighty-five silver? That's a bit much for a spear don't you think?" I ask, a bit taken aback by the price.

Elara crosses her arms, her expression serious. "That's because I don't cheap out on materials or quality. Unlike the other blacksmiths here, I dedicate myself to my craftsmanship. I make weapons that are sharp and durable and armor that can take a beating and not have a mark. I may not get as many customers, but I take pride in my work."

She gestures to the spear. "The staff is made of ironwood, one of the sturdiest woods in Aranthia. The blade is forged from folded mithrildur, a rare metal renowned for its strength and durability. I don't make flashy weapons or armor; I make the best, and the best comes with a price."

I nod, appreciating her dedication. "And the price for the knife?"

"Sixty silver," she replies without hesitation.

I reach into my pouch and hand her thirty silver coins. "Half now, half when the knife is finished."

Elara raises an eyebrow. "And if you're not pleased with the knife?"

"Are you selling yourself short?" I counter with a smirk.

Her eyes gleam with pride. "Absolutely not."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," I say, smiling beneath the shadow.

Elara nods, her confidence evident. "I'll reach out to the guild once the knife is done."

As we turn to leave, Nikko grabs my hand and looks back, waving at Elara with a big smile on her face. Elara waves back, a warm smile spreading across her face as she watches us go.

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Nikko's excitement is palpable as we step outside the blacksmith's shop. "Can we go to the dungeon now Papa?" she asks eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "Not yet," I tell her gently. "We need to get you some suitable clothes first."

She looks down at her dress, frowning slightly. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asks, her ears twitching with confusion.

"The dress is lovely," I assure her, "but it's not suitable for dungeon raiding. We need something you can move around with ease and doesn't tear easily."

With that, we set off through the bustling streets of Curville. After a bit of searching and asking for directions, we find ourselves standing before a tailor's shop with a snazzy name hanging above the door: "Elven Elegance."

The interior of Elven Elegance is nothing short of magnificent. The shop is filled with clothes of all sorts, from elegant gowns to sturdy adventuring gear. Rolls of fabric in every color imaginable line the walls, and mannequins dressed in the latest fashions stand proudly on display. The scent of fresh fabric and the faint sound of scissors snipping fill the air.

A well-dressed elf man approaches us with a warm smile. He is tall and slender, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. His hair is a silvery white, pulled back into a neat ponytail. He wears a finely tailored suit in deep emerald green, with gold embroidery along the cuffs and collar. "Welcome to Elven Elegance," he says, his voice smooth and refined. "I am Faelan, the proprietor of this establishment. What can I do for you today?"

I nod politely and say, "I need some clothes for my daughter."

Faelan's eyes widen slightly as he looks down at Nikko, who is standing close to me, her tail swishing with curiosity. "Of course," he says, his smile widening. "I would be delighted to assist. Please, follow me."

We follow Faelan further into the shop, passing rows of finely crafted garments and rolls of luxurious fabrics. The shop is a symphony of colors and textures, each piece of clothing more exquisite than the last.

Nikko's eyes are wide with wonder as she takes in the array of clothes. I can see her excitement growing, and I feel a sense of relief that we are making progress.

Faelan stops by a section of the shop filled with sturdy yet stylish clothing. "Here we are," he says, gesturing to the racks of clothes. "These are some of our finest pieces. Now tell me what exactly you are looking for?"

"I need something suitable for adventuring. Clothes that are easy to move in, breathe well, and don't tear easily." I say, eyeing the many variety of clothing on the racks.

Nikko's eyes shine with excitement as Faelan begins to select various articles of clothing. He moves with an elegance and precision that is mesmerizing. As he measures her height, width, and the dimensions of her feet, legs, arms, waist, and neck, Nikko seems a bit taken aback by his thoroughness. Faelan's hands move swiftly but gently, ensuring every measurement is accurate.

"Please, have a seat," Faelan gestures toward a row of comfy-looking chairs, "I'll be right back."

I sit down, Nikko climbing up and sitting on my lap. Apollo stands beside us, quiet and watchful. We watch as Faelan disappears into the back room, leaving the door open. From my vantage point, I can see Faelan working with incredible speed and grace. The elf's back is turned to us, and his arms are a blur of motion as he handles the scissors and needle. Pieces of fabric fly away, and soon, the rhythmic sound of stitching fills the air.

Within moments, Faelan returns with a freshly made set of clothes and a pair of sturdy boots. He presents them to Nikko with a flourish, pointing to a nearby changing room. Nikko blushes, whispering to me that she needs a little help.

Faelan, noticing her hesitation, claps his hands together. An elegantly dressed elf woman steps out from the backroom, wearing a suit similar to Faelan's. She introduces herself as Arlo and asks if she can be of assistance.

Faelan smiles and says, "This young lady would like to try on these clothes."

Arlo nods and leads Nikko to the changing room, closing the curtains behind them. A short moment passes before they step out, Nikko now dressed in her new adventuring outfit.

Nikko is dressed in a sturdy yet stylish outfit. She wears a light yellow blouse with rolled-up sleeves, tucked into a pair of brown pants that fit snugly but comfortably. Over the blouse, she has a red leather vest, adding an extra layer of protection and style. A leather belt cinches her waist, holding the outfit together and providing a place for future pouches or a small weapon. The ensemble is completed with a pair of sturdy brown boots that lace up to her knees, offering support and durability for her adventures.

Nikko stands there, looking both proud and a little shy, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement. Faelan and Arlo look on, pleased with their work, as I smile warmly, admiring how well the outfit suits her.

"How does it feel?" I ask, standing up and giving her a once-over.

Nikko smiles brightly. "It feels great, Papa! I can move really easily in it!"

Faelan nods approvingly. "I'm glad you like it. This outfit should serve you well on your adventures."

After paying Faelan a whopping seventy silver for Nikko's complete outfit, we head out towards the dungeon. Nikko, beaming with joy, twirls and skips along the path, marveling at her new clothes. Her old outfit now rests in my bag of holdings. As we walk, I can't help but chuckle at the sight of female adventurers admiring her cuteness, whispering amongst themselves.

Nikko's delight is infectious. She holds my hand tightly as we approach the dungeon gate. The guard there gives us a strange glance when he sees Nikko. She notices his watchful eyes and quickly hides behind me, clutching my cloak.

The guard shakes his head, then hands back the dungeon pass. "You can pass," he says, still looking bewildered.

Nikko peeks out, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. We make our way towards the entrance, and her presence continues to draw attention. Female adventurers in particular seem enchanted by her, exchanging awestruck glances and soft murmurs of admiration. I chuckle inwardly at the effect she has on them.

Finally, we reach the entrance of the dungeon. The familiar, imposing structure looms before us, its dark stone walls and heavy door beckoning us into its depths. Nikko clings to my hand as we step inside, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Ready, Nikko?" I ask, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

She nods, her ears twitching with excitement. "Ready, Papa."

With Apollo silently by our side, we venture into the dimly lit dungeon, ready to face whatever challenges await us.