"It indeed seems that the girl really doesn't fit into not one but all of these groups. I can't read her blood."
Arveion sighed, "Is that possible?" He asks the healer in front of him.
Earlier Arveion had brought her to the current room, with books on the floor, old shelves with potion bottles, broken wooden flooring, and a few grew-in plants, with a fireplace in the far end corner.
The man was called Ruan Undergore, known to be the best healer alive, who is currently a teacher to the upcoming sorcerers.
"Ruan, are you sure about this?" Arveion clenched his fist and ran a hand through his hair.
"I could sense it, Arveion, you know that my tellings are never false." Ruan walked around the room, taking a dusty book from the bookshelf.
"But there is another way to confirm. Though I'm telling you, that girl does not fit into any of these groups, not even from wealth. It shouldn't be quite possible like you said since she was also chosen by the prophecy."
