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they cut a deal on roots and pigs. But it’s not enough of a deal, so I have to work off part of the fees. Being outside all day, now that was fun, sitting in that classroom, not fun. After a year, they tell me to go to the Southlands. Find specimens, make maps, talk to people, and take notes on anything interesting. Fine, it was better than sitting in a classroom. They told me not to take the same path back. Then those damn mountains. No roads, just trails and paths, then I get lost. Up, down, up, down for so long and when I finally get out, I’m in a desert. Damn talent. A year and half later, I start to recognize some landmarks, but I can’t find a living soul. What happened? And then there was that huge bang. I almost soiled myself. So I go to investigate. Make notes. Report anything interesting. I know the direction to head, but I am not sure of what I am looking for. Then in the middle of that grassland, I see a mountain. Well that would definitely fall into the category of ‘interesting.’ More interesting, we have people, and not just people, foreign outlanders. Well, I can’t just leave them there. Two of them are injured, and to top it off, they do not trust me. Find interesting things, report on them, meet people, and talk to them. Is this some sort of test? Just give me a small plot of land with a few pigs, some roots to weed every day and for the love of salt, a hot bath…. And that magic bang? Sure, I have heard magic up close. I have heard it from far away. I might not know the specific spell, but I know the presence of magic. I hear it every time I activate a spell, damn talent. Why can’t there be a gift for growing roots or raising pigs. I would welcome that.
    Mirtza turned his head and looked at the six, “We will have to sleep under the stars tonight. We will make camp in a few hours.”
    So now, I am heading towards an unfamiliar area, to meet strangers, elves of all things, that may or may not even be there. I am wandering in a land of ghosts. And those damned plague posters. What is going on? What am I supposed to do? Where should I be going? What am I looking for? Growing roots was so easy. Till the soil, plant the seeds, weed the roots, harvest, sell, and start over. Pigs were simple. Feed them, watch them grow, slaughter, and sell them. But no, wander for over a year, come back to a plague infested land, everybody is gone, except for six outlanders, and two of them are injured. Seriously, did I miss this class in the first year of school? What to do in strange situations?
    As the last sun approached the horizon, Mirtza gave up trying to make sense of the weird turn of events, and his new role that he now played. He pulled the wagon to the side of the road beside some trees, jumped out, and stretched his legs, “Please gather some firewood. I will get the food.” Eric, Logan, and John set off on their mission, while Lauren, still a wary, stayed on the opposite side of the wagon from Mirtza. Sensing her discomfort, he reached under the seat of the wagon, and pulled out some blankets, “You four can sleep under the wagon tonight,” then walked to the front of it, and undid the oxen. Still deep in thought, he went to the small pile of firewood the boys had gathered, and pulled out a flint and a knife. A few strikes ignited a small spark in the bundle of dry weeds, which he blew on until a flame grew, and then started to add wood around it. When the fire had gained sufficient size, he went to the wagon, where he retrieved a medium-sized chest from under the driver’s seat. From that chest, he started pulling out dried meats, biscuits, and fruits. He then retrieved a water jug and a second chest from the wagon as well. From the second chest, he pulled out a grill, that was longer than the box was deep, as well as pots and pans, and then began to prepare their meal. From one bag, he added beans to a pot, and from a second, he placed a handful of different beans into what looked like a