First Impressions (Alliance)

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This was all I had to offer you, young scribe. But your journey is not yet at the end.

Go to your trainer and and inform them of your success here.

<Kronah grabs an odd-looking jar.>

I don't suppose you'd like to take some pickled crocolisk eggs with you for the road, would you?

<As she unlocks the lid, the foulest odor you've ever smelled permeates the air and you reel back in disgust.>

Fine, be that way. It's an acquired taste anyway. Takes thousands of years to train the palate.