After lingering for a moment, recalling Orion and Julius' shocking revelation, Shepard locked eyes with Adam, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I have a mission of the utmost importance for you," he said, feeling time press on his shoulders like a mountain. "If you accept, I'll reward you with fifty-six golden tickets."
Intrigued, Adam nodded in response. Albeit not enough to borrow a book, the rewards swayed him.
"I want you to sift through Alkemia Al-Nur to find people like you. Summoned, I mean," the arcanist continued, hoping some had survived the city's harsh and competitive lifestyle. After all, the inflated prices didn't suit commoners' meager earnings, making most die of starvation or seek a better place to settle in. Of course, some blessed ones might have been born into wealthy or even noble families. But the chances were slim, considering their ratio.
Thank you for the 4 Golden Tickets, Deadra606!