- Flaws are futile; an encounter with the frozen star is inevitable.
The creature shows the guests a portrait that greatly resembled the one Dorian had in his inventory, but instead of enlarging the body, it enhanced the aesthetics.
This time, the mysterious inhabitant of this location shows five fingers on one hand and four on the other, then points to the portrait.
- Light and warmth, - then points to herself, - atmosphere.
- Oh, a familiar star! Apparently, a popular and important person. - He examines the portrait for a while, scratching his head.
- So, the book is six... or fifty-one. The portrait is nine... or fifty-four. Two numbers, either separately or connected. Light and warmth from her, the star? The sun? Atmosphere from you. - He turns guiltily towards the Sorceress.