Spice Cure had never been shy about the shape of her hunger. She stepped forward before anyone could change their mind, chin lifted like she could stare death into backing off.
"I don't want to die. I want to endlessly learn. Master, is that possible?"
Radeon's answer came as a simple nod, like she had asked for a cup of water instead of a demanding wish. His eyes slid to Gauge Point.
Gauge Point swallowed once. He had always wanted usefulness more than glory.
"I don't want to be the best man for any job. I'd rather be a man who can perform all jobs. Is that possible?"
Radeon nodded again.
"Follow me."
They trailed him to his own pavilion. The attendants ghosts were already there, waiting in silence, white sleeves folded, faces calm in the way only the dead could manage.
The air smelled faintly of heated metal and herbs, like a clinic set up inside a shrine.
Radeon did not waste words.
"Spice Cure goes first."
