The Sage Utar and a certain gentleman from among the afflicted were examining the fragments of something that looked like a crystal. There was also a considerable detachment here consisting of six warriors and six swordsmen.
“So, there are no ideas?”
“It depends on what we’re talking about. If it's about how it works – then yes, if it's about the reasons for its appearance – then no.”
“I see… well, as expected.”
The Afflicted one noticed Mahra approaching first. He looked extremely authoritative. His mustache alone could inspire respect and envy in any man. And his luxurious outfit... it's unclear why it's needed in a snow-covered forest, but those are minor details.
