CHAPTER 5
“Please allow me to help,” I said with a bit of a whine to Burk who was standing in front of one of our largest cauldrons. He mumbled an incantation as he stirred whatever potion he was making with a wooden spoon made for giants.
“No, no. This year’s festival will celebrate you and all that you have done for us,” he said, waving one hand to dismiss me, while the other kept stirring. “Letting you help will ruin the many surprises I have planned for you.”
From the objects scattered around the workshop, I could guess a few surprises already, but Burk was so jolly and thrilled with all the Falling Leaves Festival preparations, I played along making him think I was clueless.
“Alright, fine, but don’t you have any other tasks you can give me? Anything random. I could make a new hea
