The first time Gara had seen Liners in black robes at the town square ten months ago, he was amazed by how magical it looked. Really cool!
Soon after, Kala returned carrying two black robes trimmed with white along the hems.
"These are robes for E-Rank Liners. When you advance, you'll have to exchange them for higher-ranked robes."
Gara nodded eagerly, eyes accidentally catching the green trim on Kala's own robe. Green… what rank was that again? If I remember right, Langga's trim was gold. What rank was that one?
After bidding farewell to Kala, the three young men stepped out of the mayor's office.
Gara wanted to ask Madha about the robe ranks—he'd never even seen Madha wearing his, though his rank had already advanced to D-Rank, or Disciple Rank.
But when Gara glanced at him, the tanned young man was walking beside them, yet his thoughts seemed far away.
Madha was deep in thought about Fian's Bloodline, and his Talents. Until now, he hadn't known the elf was a Dual-Liner.
