You suppose there’s little to do except head back. You’re overdue for finding out just what happened to that one-armed human when the wagon went missing.
You’re now Marshall, and you’re being debriefed. You feel like it would be more appropriate for Captain Long to do this, but for whatever reason Corvus has taken on the duty instead. Maybe everyone’s busy again, or asleep.
“Before we get to the questions, I’ve got to make one thing clear,” Corvus says. “There’s a very powerful wizard doing stuff in this desert, not that we know exactly what he’s trying to do. So that means we’re probably going to need all the help we can get as far as magic is concerned. Which means, even though you haven’t been at this wizard thing for very long, we might need your help.”
That’s a bit worrying.
“But there’s also a lot we don’t know. We just had a run-in with another wizard who claimed to be working against the first one. Then the super-wizard showed up and we had to get out, leaving our mystery wizard to fend for themselves. So there’s a lot going on as far as magic is concerned and we barely know anything about it. Great situation to be in. You’re probably going to wind up in the middle of it whether you like it or not, too.”
He lets out a deep sigh.
“Sorry you got involved in this mess. I don’t think it’s what Rider wanted for you, either.”
“It was my choice.”
“It was, wasn’t it. My choice too. So I guess we’re stuck dealing with it,” he chuckles. “Okay. So. Now that that’s clear, you mind telling me where the hell you disappeared to with the wagon?”
You knew that question was coming. But where do you even start on answering it?
Mountain folk wagon-napped me. An old lady who could read my mind was nice, brought me back. Sounds like they were fighting against someone too. Maybe they’re the good wizards?