Oli bantered, "Yeah, but I'm still an elder, a mid-elder at that! You're all perennials. I'm nothing compared to you."
"Right, you don't know our cultivations," remarked Lambier, staring around the table. "I'm a mid-perennial and so is Marsel. Ceela just became a low-perennial. Opal is still a low-perennial but that shouldn't be for long."
"I'm also a low-perennial," Sarpo stated with the raise of his tail.
Sticking out his chest, Hurdo laughed, "And I'm finally a mid-perennial! It took me long enough."
The exact details weren't that shocking, considering the magnitude of the invasion they would be joining. But it was somewhat startling for Oli to learn about Hurdo's cultivation and how he never fell behind his mother, Ania.
"Also," Lambier continued, "we all use a different essence type. I'm a wind user."
Smiling brightly, Ceela raised her cup and said, "I'm a light user, so I'll be in charge of healing and a lot of support."
