I’m surprised he didn’t just get his kid their own private Choice Ceremony.
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Tilyhan of Cilian</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Human (Larina)</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Bard (Salesfolk)</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Strength</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Dexterity</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Vigour</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Knowledge</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">2</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Wisdom</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Charismatic Charm</td>
<td style="width: 50.0005%">6</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0005%">Luck</td>
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Gahl knew of Tilyhan far before he examined the profile. The wealthiest tradesman in Pirn, Tilyhan didn’t even know carpentry. His father used to preside as the guild leader, gave it to his half-noble son without any experience…
And now he reaps the benefits of actually hard worker’s seed. In a democratic guild, how is he allowed to be in control?
Gahl knew the answer. None of the high buyers, priests and Imperial nobles, would buy from anyone without a noble’s name. Tilyhan couldn’t make the chairs, but he sure could sell them.
The guild has to keep him because without them he’s just going to find more makers, even if its not in Pirn, and they’d all be out of business.
‘Nothing’s there.’
You must only be able to see the shadows from the bottom.
What if it all went away? What would happen to me then?
Having a friend to make fun of you always does help ease your nerves.
‘So,’ said Ana. ‘You’re actually, actually going through with this?’
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No, I am going to prove to everyone that you can do things without a luck stat. I will use my high Knowledge to become the greatest scholar in all of Halvanah, and then I will lift an ox… maybe.
For piercing damage? I wonder if he knows how useless that will be against anyone in armour. I suppose it doesn’t matter for him, he will be off fighting rattlesnakes for the rest of his life.
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Ana of Sara</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Strength</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Dexterity</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Vigour</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">1</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Knowledge</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">3</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Wisdom</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">2</td>
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<td style="width: 49.9201%">Charismatic Charm</td>
<td style="width: 50.0811%">4</td>
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<td style="width: 50.0811%">2</td>
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It’s not as if you could’ve really messed it up, Gahl thought, and he knew Ana thought the same thing. Then she pointed at the fold of gown in which Gahl hid his real stat card.
I could, though.
All the people making their Choice today - who already made their choice. I suppose mine will be the finale, the great striking shock for everyone. If I can only submit my stats, then it’ll be over. The wheels are practically impossible to fail at. The priest was right, everyone got their class and strikestone of choice.
Gahl stared at Ana, the only person other than the priest who knew his plan. Ana stared back at him. Ana mocked him and made fun of his schemes, but deep within Gahl knew she worried - as is expected of a friend you’ve known for your whole life.
Good luck, her eyes whispered.
This is going to work.
Nothing anyone can do about it now.