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Oth. Seventy-Two.
Jak. Seven.
Adae bids Jak farewell, finishes his breakfast, and
leaves.
Lasserbrig, the bartender, approaches after the lean man's departure.
"Do you know who that is? That's the miracleworker. No, it's
true. I know he isn't much to look at, but he's a popular man in
these parts. I hear he brought a man back from the dead, nearby,
during the last invasion. Some of my patrons saw him do it. They
said he stuck his hand into the wound, fixed things up inside, and
when he pulled his hand out it healed over."
"Do you know any more about him?"
"Well, ummm...", Lasserbrig pauses to look around.
A young woman steps forward from behind and adds in a conspiratorial
tone, "I heard someone say that he eats children."
"Oh, be gone." Lasserbrig brushes the girl away. The
girl laughs and is gone. "My daughter," the innkeeper
huffs, "has an ill humor.,,
"Is he from here?"
Lasserbrig shakes his head. "No. He appeared a year or more
past. He was all the talk then too, claiming he could grow crops
in the shadow of the Wheel, and make some young women's fathers
a little nervous at night if you understand me."
Jak nods his head, yes.
"He's a strange man. I don't imagine there's too many that
know too much about him in these parts. Except Joachim. Now there's
a strange pair. He lives with a farmer in the hills to the north
of here. Two young bachelors in a small hut. Now don't get me wrong,
I don't think they're, well, you know...
"Of course not."
Lasserbrig seems to run out of things to say, and so blesses Jak
and his journey, and returns to his work.
The trip back to Candan, is not eventful. The roads are crammed
with merchants and
travelers.
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