With Holy Sword Oil capable of effectively combating undead in hand, Renato still had no intention of immediately attacking the followers of Myrkul who controlled the Pickle Barrel.
After all, the [Quest] requirement was clear: kill the captain of the Pickle Barrel. Yet he could not even confirm whether the man was aboard. Acting rashly would only alert the enemy.
If Renato attacked the Pickle Barrel only to find that its captain had already left the ship and hidden somewhere in the sprawling Dock District, or simply boarded another vessel and departed White Harbor, slaughtering everyone aboard would be a wasted effort.
By then, the risk of the [Quest] would no longer lie in whether he could win the fight, but whether he could find his target.
Fortunately, this [Quest] had a full month remaining. Renato had ample time to gather information. He could wait until Barnaby had established the man's whereabouts and daily routine before striking.
The former pirate leader might have had dubious character, but he did have a knack for gathering intelligence and infiltration. He had already won over the two crewmen from the Pickle Barrel and could coax useful information out of them every few days.
As an adventurer who had survived countless brushes with death, Renato had never lacked patience when it came to waiting for the right moment.
Reckless adventurers did not live long. Caution and restraint were what had brought him out of the Underdark alive.
But as he wandered around with Selina, searching for her elusive kin, an Ironhook Gang thug hurried over to find him toward evening.
The man seemed to have run the whole way. Sweat covered his head, and his chest heaved violently. The moment he spotted Renato, he practically stumbled over himself rushing forward and asked him to