Злобный Ящур
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A powerful-looking old man walks to the center of the hall. The other elders bow their heads before him.
“Aristarkh, you have served the Clan of Scholars well,” says 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. In the hall remain the faceless elders, the crazy elder, and the sage Augur.
“Thank you,” Aristarkh managed to say as the chief elder quickly disappeared.
“So this is your young talent, Augur,” whispered the mad-looking elder to the sage. “I expected more.”
“Never mind,” 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 the distant caves and was eaten by the Mra?
“Exactly him.”
- There must be something interesting there... It's a pity that all our warriors are busy patrolling the excavations.
- Although, here's what I think... If we clear out all the lairs, then there will be no need to patrol later. Right, teacher?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).