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"Thane el'Moria!" What a joy! Glad to see you!

“Thane el'Cha…surprised by the meeting. What are you doing here?

“I’m waiting for Master Mosenheim to be free. This mossy stump is always busy with something, and out of the kindness of my soul I prefer not to make a fuss.

- Hm. If I may, what business do you have with Mr. Rector?

“Strictly businesslike,” el'Cha smiled like a fox. “Would you like to sit next to me and wait too?”

- Alas, I must hurry. I'll have to bypass you in line.

- Yes you! Drop it! Queues are so vulgar! he chuckled.

“Go ahead, Sebastina.

How to understand that the future of imperial alchemical science is in good hands? Inspect the office of the chief alchemist Mescia. Not just an office littered with awards, certificates and expensive furniture, but an office-laboratory, stuffy, dark, saturated with pungent odors, with alchemical utensils on the tables. A solid part of the space is occupied by a gurgling monster atanor, on which there are no identifying marks, except
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