🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The single, simple calcit unit was working at its limit, trying to figure out how it was possible that there was only one announcement on the capital's notice board, and of this particular kind. "The wealthy lords won't bother going to the notice board – one. There's the Temple of Nanya – two. If things were really being done here, there would be more announcements – three... It's just one. One, single, some kind of madness..." "Lydia!" – startled by the sudden realization, Ushumgallu retreats to his own room. "Yeah. It seems that madness isn't contagious, but who knows... " – he excused himself to the ordinary wall of room number one. – "I still need to sort things out with the guild." Perhaps it would be wise to take up the diary now, to think everything through from the beginning, to weigh the pros and cons, but is that his style? The inner voices already know everything. "The son of Kingalud will be running errands for enthusiastic half-wits? That sounds like a shitty plan. Kir said that sometimes they even have to rescue cats from trees. Or are you going to patrol the perimeter in the 'Palm' until you're gray? Or do you know anything about the 'Desire'? If things get really bad, you can always go lion hunting, but guilds are either for eggheads or for those who aren't their own masters." It was that simple. Before going to sleep, Ushumgallu goes to the protector to declare his intention to stay out of the guild