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Aristarch doesn't find anything interesting; it’s just a crowd of experts bustling back and forth, preparing for the expedition's departure. Nevertheless, Mistress Galta notices the young apprentice's interest.
“You! What are you looking at?” The woman, clearly with Leradonian manners, approaches Aristarch. “Ah, Augur’s student. I’ve heard about you. Our rising talent. I am Galta, daughter and heir to the head. Your commander.”
Without a doubt, Galta led the expedition and represented the interests of Frozen Leradon in it.