The weather wasn?t the of the kind that helps to cheer you up.
It was raining all day already,when morgrob took a last step to climb a little hill,only to discover that there was a little cabin only a few steps away.
An old man clothed in a simple gray cloak sat on the porch under the roof,smoking a pipe.
While morgrob was still arguing with himself if he should approach,the old man took notice of him and turned his head.
Morgrob must have been a pityful sight.
His wet hair hanging into his face,covering the half of it.
The shoes dirtstained and one with the front part already saying goodbye to the rest of the boot.
The original colour of his clothes could only be guessed as now it was only dirt with an occasional stain from eating found berries to hastily.
His face was slim,pale and the cheekbones stood out too far for morgrob to appear close to healthy.
The man stood up.
Hail stranger.i wouldn?t have expected visitors today.
not that i ever get any,but today less.
The weather is not for picknicks or walks.
Come on in and have a seat by the fire.
With that he stood up and entered the cabin.
Morgrob only struggled for a second.the thought of a warm fire and maybe something to eat was just to appealing to reject.
The man was already placing a pot over the fire.with his free hand he pointed towards a chair.
Sit down.if u like you can hang up your,ehm,rags over the rope there and dry yourself at the fire.
Morgrob was hungry but not hungry enough to loose his care.
He preffered catching a flu,then keep on travelling halfnaked if anything happened.
You don?t seem to be of the talkative kind.well,it?s good to me.people spend too much time talking nonsense.dinner will be ready in a minute.
I can?t offer you all too much as i myself do not need a lot,but it will warm you and give back some strength.
Morgrob took alook around.
It was a one room cabin,with the fireplace just across the room from the entrance.
There seemed to be no bed,but what caught his attention a lot more was the vast amount of books.
Apart from the chair he sat in and another one beside,a table in the middle of the room and a few cupboards at the walls,there were only books and notes.
The last thing you expect in a cabin in the middle of nowhere is a literate man studying...well what?
Sit down at the table.but before let us introduce ourselves for i do not eat with complete strangers.
My name is aurego.
My name is....morgrob.i thank you for your kindness.
I..am really hungry good man.
Oh yes of course.here you go.a cornsoup with some roots.no meat sorry.
The soup was more than basic but it smelled like heaven.
He ate fast,with his mouth right over the plate,practically without the help of the spoon.
after he finished he could feel the warmth in his belly spreading throughout his body.
Ahhhh,that was great.i thank you also much.i have travelled far and there is little to eat in th plains if you cannot hunt.
Yes,that is true.which brings up the question why you travelled them in the first place obviously not beeing prepared for it.
Morgrob thought of lying,telling hin he got robbed or whatever.but he was tired of running.
The man was a stranger,why not tell him.
He could care less.
After half an hour and a few drags of the pipe the man had offered him,morgrob had finished telling his story.
Strange,he felt a lot better now.
Hmmmm,interesting,very interesting indeed.
You seem to have a gift only few people receive.
A gift
?hah,take it and keep it,it?s a curse.
Ah yes.someone gives you a torch and you dont know what it is,grabbing it on the wrong side,you will get burned.
But if you know how to use it,the fire of the torch can be a blessing.
Sometimes good and evil are not that far apart from each other.
What do you intend to tell me?what do you know about it?
Some things require learning,some apart from that require talent.and for a few you have to be gifted.
For example for the art of the arcane.
Are you saying that i do magic?
Lets just say that you unintentionally alter reality,forming something into existence that is not there.
Magic it would be if you could control it.
So i will have to live my life beeing afraid of turning people into living torches?you cannot be serious.there is something that i must be able to do about it.
I did not say you could not learn to control it.i did not have a scholar for a long time.but let us talk about that tomorrow.
......
I know,i know.you want answers and all that.but there is time enough tomorrow.
If you want to start learning now,practice yourself in patience.
I don?t have a bed so you will have to sleep in the chair by the fire.
But...
Good night.
*story to be continued
