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PouchKaz had gone away to prepare for his trip back to the guildhall. He spent the night at the village he had saved from the disaster of the werewolf attack. The inn was a cozy place to lay his head.
The sun shined through the window and stirred the wind mage from his slumber. His bag was sitting next to the bed. It had everything he needed for a long journey. His legs flung over the edge of the bed and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. With a big stretch, he was more alert and ready for the day.
A yawn escaped him and he reached down to step into his boots. As he was getting ready and pulling on his wizard's robe he heard a commotion outside. People were yelling and scowling. The voices spat out venom and sent a rumble through the once silent village that recovered from a grave loss.
Kaz opened the window only to see a large crowd of people gathered in the square. They seemed to be heaving rocks and sticks into the center of the circle they formed. Nearly all the villagers were there both young and old.
Approaching the circle was two men carrying pitchforks. Things were about to escalate. Kaz whisked his bag onto his shoulder and jumped onto the window sill. He dropped down to the ground level from the second floor and used the wind to break his fall.
Running over to the two men he cut in front of them and put out his hand. "There is a better way," he said to calm them. The men lowered their weapons with scorn but Kaz had done them a great service.
The wind mage turned to the crowd and moved through the people. He pushed by the elderly and kids trying to see what was at the center. A kid pulled back his arm to throw another rock.
WC 310
The sun shined through the window and stirred the wind mage from his slumber. His bag was sitting next to the bed. It had everything he needed for a long journey. His legs flung over the edge of the bed and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. With a big stretch, he was more alert and ready for the day.
A yawn escaped him and he reached down to step into his boots. As he was getting ready and pulling on his wizard's robe he heard a commotion outside. People were yelling and scowling. The voices spat out venom and sent a rumble through the once silent village that recovered from a grave loss.
Kaz opened the window only to see a large crowd of people gathered in the square. They seemed to be heaving rocks and sticks into the center of the circle they formed. Nearly all the villagers were there both young and old.
Approaching the circle was two men carrying pitchforks. Things were about to escalate. Kaz whisked his bag onto his shoulder and jumped onto the window sill. He dropped down to the ground level from the second floor and used the wind to break his fall.
Running over to the two men he cut in front of them and put out his hand. "There is a better way," he said to calm them. The men lowered their weapons with scorn but Kaz had done them a great service.
The wind mage turned to the crowd and moved through the people. He pushed by the elderly and kids trying to see what was at the center. A kid pulled back his arm to throw another rock.
WC 310
