🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The Sage Utar looked at Ida as if she were an unreasonable child. “Sharing our wisdom with them is a given,” the alchemist said, spreading his hands. “Who supplies the settlement of Sufferers with bombs and medicine? Who built their catapults and ballistae? We, the Connoisseurs! And now they can’t handle their only task… But I won’t be surprised if it turns out that our people in the Settlement of Sufferers are doing foolish things instead of working. If you want something done right, do it yourself. I'll give them a surprise with a personal visit.” In the meantime, a tall woman in a tight cloak approaches Utar. She exudes an aura of special sensuality. Or maybe it’s just the bombs hanging on her belt. “Ida, this is Mahra, my old student,” the alchemist put his hand on the woman’s shoulder. “An alchemist, grenadier, head of the workshop. A wonderful girl.” The wonderful girl says nothing but glances at Ida. For a moment, her face becomes visible under the hood. A beautiful face. “She will help us greatly. Grenadiers are the foundation for humanity’s survival in a prolonged war against monsters of all kinds and shapes,” Utar turned to the faceless warrior-connoisseurs lined up behind him. “And this is our squad. We Connoisseurs aren't much as soldiers, but we can read and write. Does that come in handy in battle? Unfortunately, no.”