"I'm getting too old for this," Sajon mused to himself as his boots crunched through the thick snow. The grey dark sky was dropping snow by the
tons and it didn't help that strong winds were whipping through the streets and alleyways. He passed a frustrated lamplighter trying to get one of the
lamps lit.
"Wizard Sajon!" The lamplighter shouted against the howling winds. When Sajon didn't hear him, he screamed louder. "WIZZZAAARRDDD SAAAJOOOONNNNN!!!!"
Sajon paused and turned to the lamplighter who was hurrying towards him. It was almost a screaming match due to the winds.
"The Brownies have stolen your stones again! I can't get the lamps lit with all these winds!!"
"Again?!" Sajon growled.
"Whaat?"
"Nevermind!"
"Whaaat??"
"I WILL MAKE MORE. OKAY??"
"Okay!!"
Sajon turned and hurried as best as he could back to his home. The door blew open as he stepped in, causing flurries to invade the warm little room before Sajon could slam the door shut. He huffed as he pulled his hood down. "Those Brownies... How the Elves find them helpful, I'll never understand..."
About two decades ago, a plague ripped through this town and claimed many human lives. Non-humans such as elves and dwarves were untouched and naturally their population grew in number even though a few humans have moved in since. It was their way of thinking that allowed the Brownies to stay. Getting them to stop their mischief was proving to be tough. The djinn era was also a difficult period before the plague but he had to admit that dealing with the Brownies was a more preferred situation.
He grabbed the kettle sitting on top of the wood stove and poured himself a cup. Several spoonfuls later, he had himself some tea but the cup was set aside before he went down the hall and entered the small library. Sajon wasn't sure how many stones were left but he knew he had to enchant an anti-wind spell to make the lamplighter's job easier every night. It was getting difficult as the Brownies found great amusement in taking them.
A slight sense of dizziness made him sit. "I'm coming down with something," was his self-diagnosis as he leaned back and eyed the various books. While a nasty storm was spitting and fighting outside, there was some comfort at being all snuggled up in a small warm place.
"Damn. The stones." Sajon stood up and resumed his search within his library.
"Wizard Sajon!" The lamplighter shouted against the howling winds. When Sajon didn't hear him, he screamed louder. "WIZZZAAARRDDD SAAAJOOOONNNNN!!!!"
Sajon paused and turned to the lamplighter who was hurrying towards him. It was almost a screaming match due to the winds.
"The Brownies have stolen your stones again! I can't get the lamps lit with all these winds!!"
"Again?!" Sajon growled.
"Whaat?"
"Nevermind!"
"Whaaat??"
"I WILL MAKE MORE. OKAY??"
"Okay!!"
Sajon turned and hurried as best as he could back to his home. The door blew open as he stepped in, causing flurries to invade the warm little room before Sajon could slam the door shut. He huffed as he pulled his hood down. "Those Brownies... How the Elves find them helpful, I'll never understand..."
About two decades ago, a plague ripped through this town and claimed many human lives. Non-humans such as elves and dwarves were untouched and naturally their population grew in number even though a few humans have moved in since. It was their way of thinking that allowed the Brownies to stay. Getting them to stop their mischief was proving to be tough. The djinn era was also a difficult period before the plague but he had to admit that dealing with the Brownies was a more preferred situation.
He grabbed the kettle sitting on top of the wood stove and poured himself a cup. Several spoonfuls later, he had himself some tea but the cup was set aside before he went down the hall and entered the small library. Sajon wasn't sure how many stones were left but he knew he had to enchant an anti-wind spell to make the lamplighter's job easier every night. It was getting difficult as the Brownies found great amusement in taking them.
A slight sense of dizziness made him sit. "I'm coming down with something," was his self-diagnosis as he leaned back and eyed the various books. While a nasty storm was spitting and fighting outside, there was some comfort at being all snuggled up in a small warm place.
"Damn. The stones." Sajon stood up and resumed his search within his library.
