Oh, Drai.. such a fine person.. but it would be good to keep in mind that not everyone is perfect. In fact, there are a lot of not-so-perfect people in the world, and getting frustrated with them all means being frustrated much of the time. I'm sure it is not much fun to be a priest, seeing the perfection of gods on one side and the imperfection of all living things on the other, and being forced to live among the imperfect.
In time, we passed signs left by thoughtful locals, showing the path to a village on our left, and a re-ser-voir. An artificial lake? Why would anyone make such a thing - are there not enough lakes already? But we know the kind of people who live here, like the person who dresses as a clown and passes false maps that lead to dogs jumping into rivers or scared cows going moo.. all this while he is supposed to be getting help for a sick child. And women who need to sell roses but suffer from anxiety attacks that make them run away from customers, and scared children who hide behind their dads. At least the adventurers are a decent lot that appreciates music.
We moved a bit too far, as the clown had intended, and doubled back. Then Coill.. I think he is male, actually, just light and slender like a woman.. had had enough. He sent his pet raven to scout for us and after a while, and we could only be thankful that nature had given us the bird. Soon after we were near a clearing with a weird-looking hut on it. It was tall.. and round. Like a tower made of wood, which both makes sense and doesn't. It would be easy to build, as there is wood all around, but it would also be easy to burn. There were carts near it, eight of them, all broken.. which was another similar mystery. They were of course there as they were broken, but how did they all get there? And why would this be the home of a herb dealer?
Such mysteries. We needed to approach the matter in a constructive, logical, cohesive manner. Just like we approach all matters.
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