Adma

Rav sauntered off as Adma bowed again. Ezra couldn't tell whether she found Rav rude or if he was such a legend that he could simply get away with it.

She watched him head toward the gate, muttering aloud. "To think this famine has become so serious... even the Great Sage of the Clouds has arrived."

She shook her head, bushy brown hair waving from side to side. She turned back to them, glancing to Ezra with her one good eye as he spoke.

"Rav the Sage. He's... kind of a big deal, isn't he?" Ezra asked. He had known so little about the world when he became Rav's disciple. To him, Rav was just... Rav. It was weird to see him being acknowledged so highly even outside the realm of the Ferin.

Adma gave him a baffled look. "Why, of course. Has he not shared with you the extent of his legendary exploits?"

Ezra scratched his head. "I always kinda assumed he was lying to make himself sound more interesting."