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Merren touched them with the pearl, gaining information about the object that flooded in his mind.
"Mh, Bracers of Archery, interesting," he commented, eliciting an intrigued expression from the witch.
"Uhh and what do they do?" she asked.
"By binding to them you acquire knowledge of the use of short bows and long bows as well as becoming more lethal in their use," he replied, capturing the Latina's interest.
"Pretty cool, what about the others?", she asked, eyeing the stone and the fan.
"This is a Stone of Protection, it also requires you to bind to it, it circles above your head a few centimeters away and provides you with a thin defensive magical barrier, like a ring or cloak of protection... but relatively worse," he said, showing a slight grimace of disappointment.
"And why?" asked Luz, confused.
"Unlike the stone, the ring and the cloak also provide protection from magical and non-magical effects, the stone only provides you with protection from attacks such as weapons or spells that you can dodge like a fire bolt... in addition to the fact that the stone can be destroyed or literally taken with a swift hand,"...
"Oh, I guess it's not worth that much," the other commented.
"This costs more than a cloak or a ring of protection actually," the half-elf replied.
"Are you serious!? How!?", Luz exclaimed, stunned.
"Ah, I don't know, I don't set the market prices," he shrugged and then took the fan.
"And then we come to the Wind Fan, which is also quite disappointing... you can use the Gust of Wind spell, like this," he said and then moved the fan to his left and caused a strong gust of wind.
Unknowingly to him, Amity was walking out the door, her hair wet under the towel after a relaxing bath.
She screamed in surprise when she felt a strong gust of wind throw her against the wall.
The half-elf opened his eyes wide, interrupting the spell while Luz ran towards her girlfriend.
"Amity! Oh Titan, are you okay!?", she asked, making the witch stand up and snort, irritated.
"Yes, I'm fine, bah! My hair is a complete mess now!", Amity exclaimed, glancing in the mirror on the other side of the room at her appearance that looked like she just stepped out of a tornado.
"Sorry, my mistake, I was trying the Wind Fan," Merren said, holding up the magic fan.
Amity narrowed her eyes at him in response, taking it from his hand and waving it in front of him.
The latter crossed his arms over his face and suffered the gust of wind but still remained standing.
The spell ended quickly as a tearing sound was heard.
An annoyed look painted the half-elf's face.
"Oh great, there was a chance it might break and you nailed it," he commented.
"I don’t care! Consider it compensation for messing up my hair!", Amity exclaimed, genuinely annoyed, crossing her arms while Luz patted her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.
"Yeah, sure, whatever", he shrugged and then walked towards the balcony.
"Divide the magical objects between you two if you want, I'm not interested in them," he commented, pointing to the objects on the table.
Amity huffed, sitting down in her chair with her arms crossed as Luz sat down next to the witch, fixing her hair with the hands.
"So, what's magical about these items?" Amity asked shortly after, a slight pout on her face.
"The bracers make you very skilled in the use of bows while the stone provides you with a defensive magical barrier, although Merren says its not that good," Luz replied.
"Then I'll just take it to spite him," replied the young witch, taking the stone in her hand.
"As long as you don't want it," she added, turning an uncertain look at her girlfriend.
"Nah, you can keep it, I think I'll get the bracelets, maybe I could combine my glyphs with arrows, I could become some kind of magical Robin Hood," she giggled, taking the bracelets and putting them on.
"I suppose that would make me your Lady Marian," the witch giggled in turn.
"Without a shadow of a doubt," Luz smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Amity's lips.
Meanwhile Merren reached the balcony overlooking the port, the sunset light placidly bathed the sea waters, creating a calming atmosphere.
Taking a deep breath, the half-elf leaned against the railing and then noticed the figure of Freya a few steps to his right, dressed in a comfortable white shirt with a black skirt and long stockings of the same color as she gazed at the horizon absorbed.
With a slight smile Merren approached her, giving her a friendly greeting which the young aasimar returned in a soft tone.
"So, are you enjoying the view?" he asked with a slight smile.
"Not really, I was just lost in my thoughts," she replied, crossing her arms along the railing.
"Mh, I see... is it because of the whole hag thing?" he asked again.
"Yes... I spent so much time preparing for this moment and now that I've reached it... I don't know how to feel," she said, looking down at the city streets.
"Mmm... it seems complicated," the other murmured, crossing her arms in his turn.
"Pretty much, yes... you've never experienced something like this?", she asked, tilting her head a little.
Merren raised an eyebrow.
"No... not really, my family situation has never been pleasant, or rather it has been... but only half of it", he snorted, looking away.
Freya gave him a small smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
The half-elf gave her an indecipherable look for a few moments and then sighed slightly.
"My Spellmark, are you familiar with them?" he asked.
Freya raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly.
"I had read about them in old history tomes, they are a legacy dating back to the time of the Radamian Empire before it was destroyed by the Great Cataclysm more than five hundred years ago"
"Yes, a legacy of powerful Radamian wizards and now only a pale echo compared to those of that time," added the half-elf.
"My father is probably one of the last descendants carrying Radamian blood and had high expectations of me when I began to develop the capabilities of my mark ... but I didn't want to take the path my father had chosen for me, I wanted to become a bard, like my mother," he said while a nostalgic smile painted his face.
"A very sweet thought," Freya commented, smiling too.
"Yes, really... although as time went by the atmosphere in my family became much colder until it reached a critical point... one day my mother fell ill and my father, stubborn as he was, thought he could cure by itself the evil that afflicted her... until one night she fell asleep and never woke up again", he murmured,...
Freya parted her lips, a horrified expression on her face.
"Oh by the Goddess... I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"Eh, now what was done was done," he shrugged.
"My father became colder and more distant towards me... and his training to make me a powerful wizard became progressively harder and more exhausting until one day... well, I packed up my things and left home without turning around," he finally said, releasing a heavy sigh.
Freya placed a hand on his back, giving it a gentle caress.
"I'm sorry you went through this, I really am."
Merren smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, my life has taken a turn and it's gone quite well in the end... and I'm sure it will happen to you too," he said, giving the paladin a soft smile and a wink.
Freya giggled slightly, returning the smile.
"Of course, I hope so too"
An aura of sacredness enveloped the small temple of the Six Gods located in the center of the city.
It was a hexagonal domed building, composed only of a room with benches arranged on each side, two rows of six and red carpets that formed an asterisk leading to the center where there was an altar.
Stained glass windows on the walls depicting mosaics of saints let light pass inside while a pungent smell of incense and a reverential silence.
Luz and Amity looked inside the room curiously, spotting six statues arranged near the walls.
They must have been statues dedicated to the Gods as they recognized the familiar stonework figure of Zarwid, carved with a tome in his hand.
"So this is the temple of the Gods, huh? It looks nice," Luz commented, eyeing the place.
"This is a Temple of the Six, normally there are temples for individual deities but in cities like this a single temple is built for all six," Freya commented, walking towards the altar.
"Who are the other Gods? The one in the cloak is Zarwid, the God of Magic if I remember correctly," Amity asked, looking at the other five statues.
"Mh, the other Gods are Padlian, Goddess of the Sun and Justice," said Merren, pointing to a statue depicting a woman with long straight hair and dressed in a breastplate, a belt around her waist from which drapes extended into the back and front while greaves of armor covered her legs up to her thighs.
The notable thing about her was four wings on her back and a flaming sword in one hand and an orb in the other.
"Uhh, a Goddess Angel," Luz commented with a smile.
"Erlicc, the God of the Dead and Guardian of the Realm of the Dead," he continued, indicating a figure entirely wrapped in a long-sleeved tunic with feathers on the shoulders, a headdress depicting the head of a raven with an open beak from which a male face could be glimpsed while the arms were slightly bent to allow ...
"Something tells me he likes crows," Amity said, raising an eyebrow and showing a slight smile.
"Irudd, Goddess of Life and Nature, my Goddess," Freya commented, pointing to the statue of a rather enchanting woman dressed in a long dress and with a smooth face framed by wavy hair and with roses nestled between it.
"Uhh, she's lovely," Luz observed, parting her lips slightly, admiring her statue.
"Crafeeitr, God of Crafting and Trade, as well as Father of Dwarves," added the paladin, pointing to the statue of a dwarf dressed in heavy armor and with a long beard and hair while clutching a blacksmith's hammer to his chest.
"Well, apparently if there's one thing that's true in both our worlds, it's that construction workers are short and strong," Amity observed, tilting her head a little.
"And finally Abrabairn, God of Storm, of War and Father of Mankind," said Merren finally, pointing to the statue of a muscular man, dressed in pectoral armor with a rope to his waist and with sandals on his feet. On his arms he had bracelets made up of two lightning bolts while he held a double ax in his left hand and ...
His face was covered by a helmet that only allowed his eyes and lips to be seen while the rest of the headgear was made up of two thin horns that started from the forehead and reached the nape of his neck where between them stood out an arch divided into two.
Luz's eyes widened, somewhat surprised to hear this.
The Storm God was imposing and as she looked at him she felt something in his chest, reverence, probably?.
A tap on her shoulder caught her attention, turning her gaze she saw Merren motioning for her to follow him along with the rest of the group.
Luz nodded, following them and taking one last look at the statue.
Reaching the altar in the center of the room they encountered one of the priests, an elderly, gray-haired woman dressed in a green, gold-edged robe with the symbol of the Goddess Irudd embroidered on her torso.
As soon as she saw the group approaching she gave them a smile.
"Good morning to you, do you need anything?", she asked, giving them a nod.
"Good morning to you priestess, in fact yes, we would need resurrection scrolls, we are preparing for a dangerous mission and a little precaution never hurts", Freya began, returning the nod and giving her a kind smile.
"A wise choice, which spell circle do you need?". the older woman asked.
"Third... oh and also if it would be possible, a couple of diamonds treated for the same spell," the paladin replied, catching Luz's attention.
"Diamonds? Do you mean that you are able to cast the spell yourself?", the human asked, surprised.
"Well, let's say I've improved enough to use it," the paladin replied, shrugging but still showing a slight smile.
After taking the scrolls and diamonds they headed towards an emporium of magical items.
It was a small white cylindrical tower with a domed roof.
Upon entering, the two witches were captured by the genuine beauty of the interior, composed of shelves along all the walls full of trinkets, books, potions and brightly colored objects while arranged in various rings of cases containing items of clothing, staffs, wands and weapons.