🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

"Whose?" someone might have asked Ida, but no one did. Opinions within the group were completely divided, so it didn't matter who had the final say. In any case, soon a group consisting of the wise Uthar, his student Mahra, his less successful student Ida, and ten warrior-scholars set off. They descended to the lower level, reached the excavation site, passed it by, and stopped not far from the recent battlefield where large, well-oiled men beat up some unfortunate unknown creature with a large mouth. "Let's stop here!" decided Uthar, even though no one in the group was tired yet. "Set up camp!" After that, the great alchemist took Mahra by the hand and led her into a luxurious tent, according to scholar standards, strictly ordering them not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary. The warriors began patrolling the camp. Ida could now think about something else. For example, she learned what her teacher is capable of! With his alchemical saw, Uthar could confidently call himself the strongest warrior-scholar. Not surprising, considering how weak the ordinary members of the clan are.