🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Aristarch arrives at the house of sages, where a small ceremony has already been prepared in his honor. “So, this is your young talent, Augur,” whispered an old man with a crazy look to the sage. “I expected more.” “Come on,” Augur rolled his eyes. “I haven’t seen such talented students since Jungo, may he rest in peace!” “Are you talking about that guy who went to explore distant caves and was eaten by Murkeys?” “Exactly him.” A powerful-looking elder walks into the center of the hall. The other elders bow their heads before him. “Aristarch, you have served the Clan of Knowledge with distinction,” said the first among the elders, approaching the novice and attaching a nice badge to his unremarkable clothes. “Therefore, I, Lerad Frosty, declare you an acolyte! You are free!” The first sage leaves. Faceless elders, a crazy old man, and the sage Augur remain in the hall. Aristarch reaches the rank of Acolyte (+2 to Intelligence and Dexterity)