Mikael watches as Ellen Eirka, owner of Eirka Mercantile, and his 'personal employee' make haste back towards the cabin.
"I see the man is still as hopeless as ever," he snickers under his breath. "Jag..."
Instantly, his top disciple materializes beside him.
"Yes, Master?"
Mikael lifts a brow at Jag. "You seem to become even lazier by the moment, Jag. What do you call me again?"
The young student pouts and sighs, "Yes, Master Elemental Archmage? How many I be of service?"
He grins. "That's more like it. Now for your mission, inform my parents that I found someone...interesting."
***
"Whoa!!! We're finally here! Little Crumble!"
I hop out of the plank that serves as a bridge from the dock to the boat.
Inhaling the hearty, salty-sweet air of the ocean along with the various smell o
