"It's not a straightforward class. No clear path. No simple playbook. It's like Kitsara's Nine-Tailed Sorceress class. Full of trickery, schemes, bait-and-switch tactics. It demands cunning, improvisation, and sharp instincts. The kind of power that thrives on unpredictability… and experience."
"To use that class fully, she'll need to know people. Their fears, their hopes, the little cracks in their armor. She'll need to understand how the world works, how people think, how they react. And for that…" He exhaled. "She needs life experience. The kind no amount of books or simple battles can give."
"That's why I spoke to her openly. Not just to do my duties of being straightforward with her as she deserved, but also because it might help. She needed to hear the truth. She needed to feel it and decide for herself what to do with it. Because that's how we grow, isn't it? When it's real. When it matters."
He let his gaze trail back toward the courtyard's edge.
