🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The cultist puts his hand on Tsulak's shoulder. “Your attitude pleases us all, my son. We will meet at noon by the gates of the settlement. In the meantime, do something useful for your body and soul.” The less inclined to advise rest, the cultist leaves. Tsulak remains alone in proud solitude.