A long time had passed since Big Silly Hum had been injured bravely fighting that mindless serpentine sea beast-or rather, perhaps there had never been an injury at all. That first display of a Rage Warrior's power had opened everyone's eyes. The already formidable healing ability and the vitality accumulated as a Life Fighter seemed to work even better under a Rage Warrior's fury. The sea beast had left no marks whatsoever on Big Silly Hum. Upon reaching shore, only the shredded clothes bore witness to the fighter's valiant struggle.
Creak!
On the dim little island.
Ruger pushed open the door, stepped outside, and brought out his old reclining chair, settling into this utter stillness with practiced ease.
He cast the Light Spell. A large ball of light formed at his fingertip, detached, and slowly floated upward before stopping in midair.
He had put plenty of power into it, enough to keep the light shining for a long time.
He had gradually grown accustomed to life here, experiencing the quiet, solitary routine of a Wizard whose life had undergone a transformation. Reading, tinkering with that long-haired strange fish, nurturing the newborn spirit furs, meditating, and practicing spells made up his entire life.
Of course, enjoying this tranquility was part of life too, but that enjoyment could not remain constant.
For instance, Tuzel and the others had still been playing by the sea a few days ago. These past few days, who knew what they had gone off to tinker with? None of them had come outside.
He was much the same. He spent roughly half his time living in the wooden cabin and half in the Bedroom Space. The exact division depended on what he was working on. This was the best arrangement, lest someone come looking for him and