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Allows 1 Sage
“’Don’t touch that!’ he shouted at me, for the third time. These Alchemists sure are jumpy, I thought to myself. A shiny, bubbling flask caught my eye, and I wandered closer when my host’s back was turned. I picked it up, held it to the light, watched the colors shift and change. I was so transfixed, when the alchemist shouted again, ‘You fool, put that down!’ I dropped the flask. And that is how I got here.”
—Syntrius the scribe, upon meeting the gods.