"Greetings to you, glorious warrior Gorus," Lerad Frosty raised his mighty hand. "I see that your journey was not easy. The mountain range has once again claimed many lives."
"And greetings to you, wise man Lerad," Gorus struck his chest with his fist. "The storm and wild beasts have killed many brave warriors. But I am alive and ready to set foot on unexplored land!"
"We are here for your help, guests from the Fighters Clan," Augur nodded briefly at Aristarch. "Deputy Corvis places great hopes in the upcoming expedition."
"The laboratory and workshop will provide all possible support. Grief over Master Utar will not prevent us from helping Deputy Corvis's expedition succeed," Mahra smiled subtly. Her gaze fell on Ida. "Hello."
"Ah, Ida, Utar's last student," Augur remembered. "We already know. Don't worry. Now that Lady Mahra is the head of alchemists and the head of the workshop, her promising student can be sent on an expedition."
"That makes sense," Lerad agreed. "There is no place for idlers in the Lorekeepers Clan. The destiny of talents is to serve humanity!"
The powerful figures begin discussing the expedition, while Aristarch, Zaya, Ida, and Tzulak are left to themselves for a short time.


