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A great detachment, named after the no less great sage Utar, sets off on its journey. Contrary to the original plan to cross the caves, the team of experts turns south and emerges onto the surface, then moves through a mountain pass towards the western forest. Halfway there, they are stopped by a monstrous roar. The roar was so loud that ears curled up like tubes, and buttocks began to furiously excrete feces, but the culprit himself appeared only briefly. A huge beast, covered in white fur, roared from a distant cliff. Having enjoyed the horror of the little people, it went back to its lair, allowing the detachment to breathe a sigh of relief.– Rectur... – muttered Utar. – His lair has not yet been found. I would like to work with the remains of this creature.
After some time, the sage Utar, his women, and warrior-experts safely reach the settlement of the Suffering, where they are immediately met by faceless swordsmen.
– Sage of the Clan of Experts... things must be really bad if they sent such an important figure...
– It seems we will all die soon... finally!
Ida sees another clan, different customs, and completely different people for the first time in her life. The Suffering were as different from the Experts as heaven is from earth. And just beyond them began it. The chthonic forest. The doom of mankind.
The journey takes away all of Ida's action points.
The girl tried not to cause problems in the camp. She did what she was told, asked no questions, and didn’t bother anyone. It was difficult to look the teacher in the eye, but she also tried to overcome this, reminding herself that he was not to blame for what happened, and that he probably had a hard time too.
Finally, having arrived at the settlement of the Suffering, the first thing Ida thought about was: “Sign me up with the Suffering!” Not in the sense that she felt like part of this modest, frozen world. It's more banal – the girl just suffered on the road.
Since the settlement was unfamiliar to Ida, and trying to find a place to rest would be unwise, the girl turned to Utar:
– What can I do?
