🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊 Auto-translation in progress

The icy labor cost Ida 2 action points.

Unfortunately, this amusing act of cutting icicles didn't bring Ida any experience, but it clearly pleased Utar.

"You're doing quite well," admitted the alchemist. "Ten years of practice, and you'll be just as good, if not better than me! Never mind. There's no time to waste! Go on for now. We'll talk next time."

Diligent Ida finds herself at the exit, while the wise Utar retreats with concerns known only to him.

For some reason, Clarissa wasn't pleased with Aristarh's teacher's name.

"Someone has a very long nose..." the woman smirked. "Take care of yourself. I have nothing against it."

The scale of the excavations was impressive. A complete exploration of the location without outside help will cost Aristarh 4 action points.

- Okay.

Aristarh begins to examine the location...

Aristarch gains 100 experience points for exploring new locations.

Examining the excavation site costs Aristarch 4 action points.

Having explored every nook and cranny, Aristarch realizes something unpleasant: there is absolutely nothing remarkable here. Workers are working, guards are guarding, and someone is sitting in a tent. It's just routine. The mundane reality of excavations.

"How boring," thought Aristarch, having surveyed the location.

He watches to see if the diggers unearth anything interesting from the walls, floor, or ceiling of the caves...

Nothing interesting was found. Apparently, the purpose of the excavations was to free up as much space as possible.

Nothing interesting is found. Apparently, the goal of the excavations was to free up as much space as possible.

"Hmm... What grows bigger the more you take away? A pit! Or a cave..." thought Aristarch, after which he looks around to see if he can talk to anyone from those "sitting in the tent."

Having finished all her business with Utar, Ida headed to the bulletin board. Usually, her favorite place to visit was the library, but this time she remembered her father Joseph's words (yes, in Quent it was too lazy to come up with names for parents, and they are essentially local NPCs) that one should not only read books but also learn to live independently. And it wasn’t that the family wanted to get rid of her. Rather, quite the opposite. Her parents were worried about their daughter.
She had long reached the age when people settle down in life, marry, and have children. However, Ida showed absolutely no interest in this matter, as did her peers. Allen arranged a couple of meetings with the sons of her friends, but everything ended at most with discussions about books and exchanging recommendations.
Because of this, her parents feared that if they were gone, the girl would be completely lost. They even considered arranging a marriage for her in one of the neighboring settlements. But there were many pitfalls here as well. Are those "suffering" types? Today they exist; tomorrow, they might not. The fighters may be handsome, but Ida will wither away either from boredom or under the weight of their traditions. Who would care about her desire to develop and explore something new?
So, the idea of continuing the lineage was put on hold by her parents, hoping that it would somehow work out on its own. The main thing is to learn to live in this harsh and dangerous world. And for this, you need to leave the house and do something other than reading.
Arriving at the location, Ida noticed Deros's announcement. The girl vaguely understood what he wanted for the compositions, but she decided that it would be interesting. At least better than the job opening for an idiot.

Are you heading towards Deros?

Yeah.

Aristarch’s keen eye spots two potential targets: a noisy tent from which curses and sounds of a friendly duel emanate, and a quiet tent where no fire burns.

– Greetings, child.

The ancient sage Deros is ready to reward you for a good story. Today, he is interested in stories about the icy Vodous.

At least 500 words are required.

Aristarch's keen eye notices two potential targets: a noisy tent from which curses and sounds of friendly duels emanate, and a quiet tent where no fire burns.

"A quiet place is quiet so as not to disturb others," Aristarch thought.

He heads towards the noisy one.

Are chanterelles mushrooms or animals?

Animals.

Psst, want to write some stories? Client: Deros.

"I want to solve differential equations," Aristarchus would have thought if he were Yashur...