'The festival's a few days out,' Staxius teleported outside the city.
'The festival approaches,' wrote across flying newspaper articles. A deep boom echoed, he looked over, past a dirt mound, and sensed dark energy, '-monsters.' He casually headed towards the sound. Deep echoes shook the ground, swords clashed, and the wildlife scattered. The beasts cast shadows upon the adventurer, '-this scene,' he watched from afar, '-adventures fighting to protect a merchant,' he lit a cigarette under one of the neighboring trees.
"USE MAGIC!" they screamed.
