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One of the surviving alchemists from the capital brought the elixirs with him. A dangerous thing. The elixirs are toxic; only specially trained people can take them. And even then, for every positive effect, there is a harmful one. Balance. That's why the elixirs did not become widespread among the warriors of the three Clans. There are enough alchemists in the settlement of Connoisseurs, and only there.
Ida could not help but please the wise Utar. Every new alchemist is a small celebration for the guardians of this gloomy craft.
"Good, very good!" the sage nodded vigorously as Ida easily took his new elixir. And didn't even blink! "Congratulations! Your body is stronger than most living people today. Hmm. You want to learn how to make elixirs, don't you?"
Utar rubbed his hands conspiratorially and looked intently at the girl.
