XIAS SOON AS I GOT JOHN to write it all down, there was a shimmering outside his small cabin. Bright flashing light, and a thud of something landing on the ground. John rose and I clung to his t-shirt for the ride outside. He only paused to get his boots on.
We saw a large human-form person had arrived to the center of John's cropped-grass yard. What humans would call a warlock. Wearing a three piece brown wool suit, with a gold chain across the vest pockets. Silver hair combed back, ending just above his collar. The thumb of one hand in his right vest pocket, just straightening up after dropping an over-large satchel on the ground. Extremely heavy, by the sound it made.
"Lori. Glad to see you again. And you must be John." The visitor held out his hand in the human custom. "I'm Gondalf.
