The hooded man in brown stared at Daniel for a moment, shadows pooling beneath the deep cowl.
"Correct," he said, his voice strong and steady.
He reached into the worn leather satchel at his hip and drew out a scroll, offering it with deliberate calm.
"Mr. Dikson, only two days left," he said, raising two fingers in a sharp V, then turned without another word.
*Clop-Clop-Clop*
Daniel watched the stranger's silhouette shrink through the gate until the hoofbeats faded into the afternoon haze.
Then he looked at the scroll—it was the same as the one tucked inside his wardrobe.
"Hmm… it finally arrived," he murmured and unrolled it carefully.
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By Decree of the Trial Authority,
Be it known that within two days hence, you are hereby summoned to attend your first day of training.
At early morn, all shamans shall assemble at the town centre and await the coming of their appointed masters.
