Ch 7-2 - The sorceror
As the gang walk, they come to a clearing with a cloaked figure.
‘Hello?’
‘Who’s there?’
The man turns around.
‘Who do you think I am?’
He turns back away from the gang. He points towards a flock of birds.
‘This flock needs help migrating. They’ve lost their way’.
‘Watch me’.
He conjures up a bird from his hands, it squalks at the other birds and flies, they follow it.
‘Wow’.
‘There are seldom things that cannot be done with magic’.
‘Here. As a gift, I will cast a spell for you. Choose what you would like’.
‘Can we have a map to The Lost Land?’
‘Absolutely’.
The man conjures up a map. But the Lost Land does not appear.
‘Just as I thought. I’m sorry. But it looks like even my magic cannot find the Lost Land’.
‘Here. Instead, have a souvenir’.
He fashions a ring surrounded by feathers.
‘Let this be my gift to you.
Ashim: Thanks, old man!
They walk off. When they are gone, the sorceror spins and vanishes into thin air.
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