Sorting Things Out and Preperations
"Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked since it was suspicious she informed me of so much great knowledge when she could barely even trust me. "Even with the contract, this seems like too much knowledge,"
"This is surface-level knowledge that everybody on your daily street knows… now, tell me, when you came into the capital, was it humid and warm or dry and cold?"
"Ah, I see where you're going… It was very much humid and warm, meaning it's in this section of the map," I muttered, pointing to the very edge of the map where the Quincy of Sand ruled over. "We should probably start there first,"
"Hmm… not 'we,' but my servants will. You have a much better and, let's say… more taxing job since I do need you to acquire some political power. You're a young talent that most would like to take in and teach… but that's not enough. You must squirm your way to the top, and no better way to do that than killing a Quincy yourself."