Selina's way of apologizing was peculiar. Up close, the Sea Elf's gill slits revealed bright red membranes, slowly opening and closing with the deliberately slowed rhythm of her breathing.
Perhaps, to a sea creature, willingly exposing her delicate gills meant showing him her most vulnerable part-a gesture of trust.
As for that baffling metaphor, Renato guessed Selina wanted to hunt prey for him as compensation and an apology.
Maybe it was something like treating someone to a meal underwater? Renato could not help growing curious about the civilizations beneath the waves.
Still, Renato had no intention of accepting her offer to hunt. Strange maritime customs were interesting, but he was hardly some savage who ate raw flesh and drank blood. He did not need to go out hunting every day just to fill his stomach.
White Harbor might not have been a culinary capital with a long history, but its fresh seafood and relatively inexpensive spices were enough to make up for any shortcomings in cooking and satisfy Renato's appetite.
Besides, Renato could hardly treat Selina like a fisherwoman and send her into the sea to catch fish herself. She represented twenty-five hundred experience points, and the quest was something as simple as finding someone. If the waves swept her away, where would he make up the missing experience?
As for her breaking their agreement and going out on her own, Renato was not truly angry about that, either. After all, he had only laid down those ground rules because they had not known each other well, and he wanted to reduce the chance of anything going wrong.
Now Selina was adapting quickly to human society, and with a suitable weapon in hand, she was no slouch in a fight. As long as she did not cause any trouble, it