Once I got over the fact that I was a mythical specie, we had a nice tour. Surprisingly Oblin walked pretty fast for a person of his age, I had to struggle to keep up with his pace. Everytime he took a step, he swung his walking stick behind, which had hit me on my face the first time. I made a point to note, never to walk behind Oblin, as it is life-threatening.
We walked past a basketball field where some old-kids were playing a weird version of basketball, which included using feet. They stopped to look at me, “that’s him”, they nudged each other.
Most of the kids around were elder to me, some of them were lying down on benches along the past and straightened up as they saw Oblin, while others were too busy bashing each other with brooms. I saw the Gargles, and mind it they were
