It was the voice of his junior mage Lumien and it was coming from somewhere not far away.
"...what scarecrow?"
Golver mumbled to himself as he got up and looked out of the 'window' towards the direction of the scream and saw Lumien crawling backward in his direction on his back.
His eyes were focused on the inanimate stiffly smiling scarecrow planted not far from the farms. This was just one of the many but it was the only one wrapped in a black rag.
His expression was that of extreme fear as if he had just looked into the darkest abyss.
Golver found it equally comical and eerie and after weighing his options for a moment, he didn't make fun of his junior's shocked state and instead walked up to him slowly.
Hearing the footsteps coming in his direction, Lumien turned his head around with a jerk and visibly relaxed when he realized that it was Golver.
"What happened?" He casually asked.
