Chapter 11

As Atrau and Raila made their way through the bustling streets of New Haven, they couldn't help but marvel at the sights and sounds of the vibrant town. The narrow streets were lined with vibrant shops, their colorful facades beckoning passersby with promises of adventure and treasures untold.

Raila guided Atrau through the winding paths, leading him to a modest yet inviting house nestled on the outskirts of the town. The wooden door creaked open, revealing a warm interior adorned with maps, artifacts, and various trinkets of mysterious origins. The scent of aged parchment filled the air, hinting at countless tales waiting to be discovered.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. Clad in weathered leather armor and with a staff in hand, Master Wren exuded an aura of wisdom and experience. His eyes held the spark of a thousand journeys, and his voice carried the weight of countless stories.

"Welcome, young adventurer," Master Wren greeted Atrau, his voice resonating with a hint of both curiosity and caution. "So you're the person that woke up Slyrax, either you are very brave or very stupid. What brings you to my humble abode?"

Atrau stepped forward, feeling a mixture of excitement and irritation. "Master Wren, I find myself in a predicament. I am a stranger in this land, and my resources are limited. I seek guidance, assistance, Also I did not even know I woke up that bald-headed turkey."

Master Wren nodded, his expression a mix of understanding and sympathy. "I sense the fire of determination within you, young one. Tell me, what skills do you possess? What are your strengths, and what path do you wish to pursue?"

Atrau paused, gathering his thoughts. "Hmm, I don't know video games maybe soccer. I am driven by a thirst for the unknown tho and a desire to be the best."

Master Wren's eyes twinkled with appreciation and Atrau realized he was blind. "A set of attributes, indeed. However, even tho I am blind I can see that you are ignorant those traits alone are not always enough. In New Haven, opportunities present themselves to those who prove their worth. Are you willing to undertake trials, to prove yourself and earn the means to sustain your journey?"

Atrau's resolve solidified and he thought to himself " I wonder if he is so wise to me see me punching him in the face. "I am prepared to face any challenge that comes my way. I seek a purpose(money), a chance to test my mettle and forge a path forward, also I need to find someone I was traveling with him and I cannot remember who I hit my head and I cannot remember at all ."

Master Wren nodded approvingly. "Very well, young adventurer. New Haven is a town teeming with life, and its inhabitants face their own trials and tribulations. I will provide you with a letter of introduction, allowing you to seek employment and assist those in need. Your actions will determine your worth and the rewards that come your way, maybe those tasks will jog your memory."

Dante felt a renewed sense of hope, knowing that his journey was far from over. "Thank you, Master Wren. Your guidance and support mean more than I can express. I am ready to embrace the challenges that lie ahead."

Master Wren handed Dante a sealed envelope. "Within this letter, I have penned words that vouch for your character and capabilities. Present it to the Fire School temple, and they shall provide you with an assessment to prove your worth. Remember, the choices and actions you make will shape your destiny."

With gratitude in his heart, Atrau accepted the envelope, holding it close as if it were key to unlocking his future. He turned to Raila, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "Raila, thank you for leading me to Master Wren. Your guidance have been invaluable. I shall carry your wisdom with me on this new path."

Raila smiled, her voice filled with unwavering support. "You have the potential to become a true champion, Atrau. I believe in you. May your journey be filled with discovery and purpose."

As Atrau and Raila bid farewell to Master Wren, the weight of responsibility settled upon Dante's shoulders. Armed with the letter of introduction and a newfound sense of purpose, he ventured back into the lively streets of New Haven, ready to embark on a series of trials that would test his skills, shape his destiny, and lead him closer to the answers he sought.

Little did Atrau know that Conan and his gang had been watching from the shadows, their own motivations intertwining with his journey. The wheels of fate were set in motion