Push the Whirlstone once. Where it comes to rest is your Occupation in life. Destiny awaits.
Chala’s mouth felt dry as she leant forward to have a closer look at the Whirlstone which was immediately in front of them. It was an enormous round bronze plaque screwed into the rock floor, divided into three trines by thin strips of silver which radiated out from the centre. Each trine had the name of a Guild embossed on its outer rim, also in silver; Keepers in the top trine, Cultivators to the right and Artisans to the left.