River Shipping Company

Errit nearly emptied his pocketbook, Lisetya had become an integral part of his upcoming plan. He packed up the shop, took down his sign, then jumped into the Cart. He packed everything, even some of the display cases. The downstairs basement had little to offer, the relics of Earth had almost no use, he took the books and left everything else. Sealing the passageway was easy.

The Capital was an eight day ride north. At night, Errit would put the Dimensional Key under a rock and slept in the pocket. Every day as they passed he collected more plants and a few animals, he started with bees and worked his way up to some small lizards. Lisetya was producing the writs on an almost constant basis, for her it was as easy as knowing and pointing. The slowest part of her contributions were when she would be forced into waiting for Errit to finish speaking the words.

There were some advantages to her ability that Errit hadn't exploited, he wasn't confident that she would agree.

His stomach growled. With the Darkness Essence in his hands, he passed it over then brought out his own lunch. The Suns were beating down the cart, the cart's appearance in a field caused some of the nearby Firen to come in and take a look.

Their curiosity cost them feathers. The fat birds were sun worshiping beasts, they spent the majority of their time lazing around on reflective rocks. Some of them would appear near pools of mirror mud, feeling closer to the suns.

Firens were rare but their feathers were the real prize. Firen feathers could be used in several types of potions, an intelligence potion included. The effects were permanent but a singular side effect was the reason they hadn't been hunted to extinction. If you drank the Intelligence potion created with a Firen feather, you would believe you could fly, even if you couldn't. If you had a coat made of Firen Feathers, a phoenix's burn would feel like a warm hug.

Errit ate his lunch and found a dead patch of dirt. He had to pee.

When he was finished, he sank his fingers and the chains into the soil away from where he had just whizzed, channeling his ability into the dry dirt. Weird plants came out of the soil, much different than the ones that were growing just ten meters away. It seemed to be a recurring motif, he kept getting strange results the further down in the soil his energy sank.

'Okay, I'll take these then' Errit used the chains to safely gather everything including some of the soil to take into the Key dimension. Once he finally found naturally fertile soil, he would bring a lot more inside for his garden.

The Ransonor Trees had produced a few thousand fruits over the past week as they made the journey. Lisetya really enjoyed the energy that built up in the pocket dimension, it's aura matched Errits. She seemed almost happy, it was strange, Errit had never thought about owning a pet in his previous life. Watching her get smarter as the weeks and months passed, he wondered if she would break the agreement. Though, She hadn't left yet and he wasn't worried about that.

He took off the Mask and read some of her notes, occasionally he would have her produce a new set of books that were updated but she kept making them even when he didn't ask. Errit had notes on everything, he studied as fast as he could, sometimes as he was driving.

Holes along the natural terrain were a small problem but with the Cart's suspension he was able to handle them at high speeds. He would only stop so he could regain his energy. The Pocket Dimension and Rug were an excellent combo that catered directly to that need. The Lakewater he had gathered was plentiful and purified. Whenever he was feeling disgusting, he dipped into the onboard shower in the ship.

"Lisetya, When we get to the Capital, make sure to stay hidden. If its discovered that you're not contracted, there would be serious trouble." Errit warned her while he was drying off. He had stopped to clean himself up, an Outpost City was in the distance.

A Guard saw the cart racing toward the gates. He held a pike and shield, speaking in a very fast manner he questioned Errit. His face had healed but he wore the Blackout Hat. His eyes were hidden, it alerted the guard but many adventurers hid their faces in helmets. "This is a Shipping Outpost, what business do you have? We're not allowing tourists in at the time." His expression was serious.

Errit pulled out his appraiser token, "I'm here to work, not see the sights." Putting the Cart away, the Guard let him go inside on foot. 'Maybe I should have come walking up?' Bothered and then not bothered, Errit walked through the street and Lisetya clung to his body. There was a waft of something foul. He wanted to gag.

At a loss, he wandered the City, shopping and searching for a travel company. It didn't result in him buying anything, but he did take a look at a lot of devices and goods that were being produced in the City. Many craftsman were working hard in their shops, sometimes intense lights were produced, others, explosions. Talisman and formation engraving were a delicate process, one wrong move and your project was either useless, or a disaster waiting to happen.

There were few places to check, he asked at the bar and had a drink. They accepted the CP, Errit was grateful that he wasn't entirely out of funds.

"There is a strange design on your skin, what are those?" The bartender hadn't seen tattoos before, a beastkin usually had fur or feathers, leather or hide. Something, but Errit was a Human. His skin was shiny like marble and the designs on them seemed alive.

"Family Trait, so .. where can I find someone to take me to the capital.. by Air?" He sounded unsure as he asked, like he couldn't figure out what to say.

The bartender was use to the problems with drunk people speaking, he understood it completely. "There is a dragonkin roost near the edge of town, they might be able to help. Just look for them, its hard to miss." Errit paid the bartender and finished his drink.

Getting across town was easier said than done, it was the busy season and the streets were crowded even though the streets smelled like a sewer.

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