The shadow of a man about to go on a journey looms before me. I kick a pebble into the river and hear the satisfying sound of a plop. The water before me has no magic, but the scroll hidden is to cure mankind from the magic of the big lake.
One month was the deadline set to plan out anything. Part of the plan was to set up a safe enough dwelling place in the event of an evacuation. Grace Mo and I would be well hidden should additional security measures be undertaken by the president.
Some Maicans even conversed with me as they passed the areas where I explored. Being mountainous, I could be anyone.
The immediate area by my personal cave has spacious dried mud. I work out there and amped up my fighting skills. This river, although smaller than the one Pops' occupied, is good enoug
