Location: An ancient glade of trees, in the forests south of Mt. Oraynol.
___Roëd awoke to the smell of pancakes and honey. As the warm sun rose, he stretched and stood up. He dressed himself and went downstairs. Now, besides Lewley, Loftnosus, and Gleid there were another wizard, a sorceress, Teviol, Roagen, and two more students. "We're only waiting on Alcbk," Reyg said. "He should be here soon."
___"Ok," turning to the newcomers, Roëd said, "Hello, nice to meet you. My name's Roëd, but I'm sure you already knew that."
___"Yes, we did," said Teviol. "And hello," she and the wizard had arrived late last night. The others had come over the past few days, and Roëd had met them previously.
___"Hello Roëd, my name's Mananijfri," the wizard said. "It's nice to meet you too."
___After eating a hearty breakfast and talking for a while, Roëd went outside to exercise. The tree house seemed to have grown extra rooms again, like it had been doing for the past few days. The dining room had been extended too, and now the table was big enough for the sixteen people staying there.
___Jogging to the stream, Roëd turned southeast and followed the banks down a few miles until they joined a river. Leaping into a tall tree, he quickly climbed to the top. Surveying the land, he noticed a plume of smoke and a huge fire from the east-southeast. Jumping back down to the ground, he ran in the direction of the fire, and soon arrived near it.
___There was a small village burning, and some of the dry fields nearby had caught as well. The villagers were running around, screaming or yelling, trying to put out the fire, but Roëd could see that they wouldn't be successful. If only I was a wizard, I could summon rain to put this out, he thought. As he slowly walked forward to help, someone shoved a bucket in his hands and shouted to him to join the water line. That's it, he thought, excitedly. Throwing the bucket down, he turned around and headed back to the river.
___"Hey, where are you going?!" shouted a man, "We need all the help we can get!"
___"No time for talk!" Roëd yelled back. "I'll bring help!" He soon reached the river again. Looking around anxiously, he finally caught sight of what he was looking for. A large, bowl shaped boulder. Picking it up, ignoring the stares of the first villagers to arrive at the banks, he filled the boulder with water, and ran back to the village. Throwing the water on a burning house, he instantly doused it. He did this a few more times, drenching the other houses as well, and then turned to the fields. They were now burning too much to be put out with water, so Roëd took another course of action.
___"Get some shovels, dig around the burning part of the field! Make sure it's only dirt above ground for a length at least my height, and put out any sparks that make it past the barrier!" he shouted, hoarse from the smoke. Luckily, there wasn't much wind, or their task would've been impossible. Roëd helped to dig, using the boulder as a spoon-like tool, and shoveling extra dirt on the burning part of the field. Within a half hour, the barrier had been completed, and the fire in the wheat was dying down.
___"How can we repay you, sir? You've saved most of our livelihoods and homes just now," a village elder said.
___"No need to reward me. I'm sure you would've done the same for my village, if it was in trouble. I only wish to know: how did the fire start? It seemed deliberate, yet we're far from any mountains where bandits would raid from."
___"I fear it was deliberate. A man came to our village about a week ago. He was an unpleasant sort of fellow, not ugly, you understand, but it was his manner. He just seemed to hate everything. Well, he tried to court my daughter, and she naturally wouldn't have him, especially since she'd been spoken for. Well, he flew into a rage, and swore revenge. Then he left. That was three days ago, and today my house and my daughter's betrothed's house burst into flame. The fire spread from there, and then you come into the story. You see why I have reason to believe he lit the fires," the elder said. "By the way, my name's Yopqa. What's yours?"
___"Roëd. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must leave," Roëd said. He headed back to the river, and set the bowl-boulder back in its place. He walked back upriver until he reached the stream. Following that, he came after a while to the secret entrance to the Glade of Loé. Lifting the rock which hid it, he walked into the tunnel, to get some quiet, and to think.