"In a normal and civilized fashion, Lupina and I splurged some of our bloodies for food and alcohol, 6 hours before the dusk arrived," Verina started her tale.
"I see, so it is a drunkard-to-drunkard communication."
"Despite our physical constitution, we can drink barrels of ales and mead without passing out."
"I don't see that as useful information."
"In our casual two-person party, we overheard a spicy discussion about a certain, surprisingly unknown to us but famous to others—'Divinator' that arrived into the citadel a few hours ago.
"It is said that by paying a mere 5 C-tier bloodies to that Divinator, we can get our fate checked and guided to a very auspicious encounter."
Interesting.
The infodump didn't tell me anything about the existence of Divinator, so I didn't really know much nuance outside what the occupation name implies.
Regardless, it was easy to read how all of this goes.
"Is a Divinator that rare?"
