Plotline: Elemental Messenger
Chapter Type: Social
DinDin Town (I swear I'm not making these names up) was a mining village, and the first of the miners to receive the message of the elementals. Now, please remember that those who gather resources from the environment in the Daurian culture are considered Farmer caste. Only the Nobles, with blood ties to the Celestial Emperor (yeah, it's... you know, there are other books on that matter) were of higher status.
Priests, mages, and shamans were clearly not Soldier caste, so at best I would have been regarded as a Merchant, the lowest of the four castes. However, the black headband I wore labeled me as being without caste, or family, or even honor.
"How do I know this is a real message, and not something you made up to get a free meal?" the village elder asked me.
"I am a Truthspeaker, and literally cannot lie to you." I said.
YES, we are compressing weeks of training into a time skip. I had a bit of training material, including koan, moral dilemma questions, and so on, but I can litter these through the prose rather than force the readers through a multi-day course on fictional Daurian society.
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