I paused at the entry of the door, hesitant to approach the dark man sat behind his desk. His green robes were just like the ones I remembered and he had the same kind eyes. Still... There was no guarantee that this Dagwood was the one I met in the Forest.
I knocked sharply, disturbing the man from his thoughts.
He looked up from his reading. “Yes?”
“Professor Dagwood?”
“Come in. What can I do?”
That was a good question. I wasn’t entirely sure why I came. I might know him, but he certainly didn’t know me. That was impossible. So what did I want from him?
I stepped into his office, surprised by the excessive amounts of trinkets and knick-knacks filling the shelves and cabinets. Oddly-shaped cups, shimmering pearls, rocks and fossils, the shelves were exploding with things.
“That’s a
