You spend some time trying to think of what kind of illusion might get you out of these chores. Then, you've got it. You hurry off to find Sir Kelton.
He's in the main hall of his house, reading some dusty tome. When you enter, he says, "And what about those chores, Pàulu?"
"Sir Kelton, I…I don't feel well," you say.
He rolls his eyes. He isn't buying it at all. But you concentrate on making yourself really believe your lie. You imagine your face losing its color as sweat breaks out on your skin. From the look of Sir Kelton's face, the only thing that's happening is you standing there like a fool. There must be some way you can sell it. You remember the few words El Cano said, about illusion magic being control over the mind. You reach out and try to find Kelton's mind. To show it what it needs to see to believe you.
Kelton has had enough. "Look, get back to your-" But then you see a spray of vomit leave your mouth! It's the strangest sensation, because you don't actually feel it—it's not actually there at all. Kelton turns away in disgust.
"Okay," Sir Kelton says. "Just clean yourself up. I'll see to Roja. I guess we'll have to have bread and cheese for dinner."
"Yes, sir," you moan as you hurry away. You feel bad for lying to the old man, but that illusion actually worked! Already, this course is paying for itself. You don't know why you didn't enroll sooner!
Eating old bread and cheese is a small price to pay for an afternoon of relaxation, and soon you're sitting down to dinner with Fizza and Kelton being none the wiser.
Time to Eat