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-- It's a bit boring here now... Has the chronicle of the civil war in Calcite appeared yet?
- Excuse me, I'm new here, so I'm not very familiar with where everything is. There are so many books here that I wouldn't have enough time in a lifetime to read even a thousandth of them! My name is Milakha, by the way, and what's your name? And maybe you could look for something else for me? If it's something I can find.
Of the available items, she was primarily interested in something from the assortment of the mysteriously vanished Mystical Star. But she wouldn't mind seeing something else suitable for a respectable sorceress...
—How far has progress come! —the scholar exclaimed in admiration. —And can you travel back and forth there in a day or two? In that case, I simply must arrive at the location at the beginning of the expedition. —realizing something, he quickly adds: —...If, of course, no important guild assignment comes up, well... we're probably in the same boat as guild members.
- Scars?... - Ghenza scratches his head in confusion, then notices something. - Ah, no, why would they? It doesn't change anything, on the contrary, it's experience that makes us who we are. Sometimes you can't do without it.
He rubbed his cheek, which bore his own scar.
- One man, whom I greatly respect, told me about some kind of overseas thing, what was it called? It's a funny word, it's on the tip of my tongue. Sasabi... Wasabi or something like that. It's a principle where a person values a phenomenon not for its artificial perfection, which is just a facade for those around them, but on the contrary, for its true nature, which may be imperfect in some ways, but at the same time real, and evokes in the soul a special, careful awareness of its fragile beauty in the face of the world's imperfections. Well, for example, like a flower that has broken through stone and so on. This is a popular philosophical theme on the islands.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed by what he had just said, which was not typical of him, he quickly added:
- And I, by the way, recently had the pleasure of talking with an adept of perfection, who declared the only true and ideal view of things, one step to the left, one step to the right, you're shot. But I didn't feel any beauty, or sincerity, or even their own human emotions there, only a dry, cold lecture from a textbook in an attempt, through wordplay, and without any action, to present themselves in the best light. Heh. I'd choose an honest "Hey, you!" in a hundred cases out of a hundred.
- Don't you want to practice with me? - She twirls her sword in her hands. - The way a person wields a sword speaks volumes about them, just as much as their words.