Craig knelt in a garden he had made by pulling up the pieces of sidewalk along the road in front of the butcher shop. His hands were patting down a small mound that finished off a row of planted seeds. In this mana-dense world, they would be nearly blooming by the next morning. Shifting his weight, Craig glanced over at the drying rack he had crafted for the Manabloom he had gathered. He wanted to make sure that he had everything prepared for when Domison returned. The plan was for a communal lesson in potion making as soon as they could all gather together.
For a moment, Craig paused and his small smile slipped, it had already been four days since their leader had left on his hunt. The large Urketh shifted uncomfortably, annoyed at his anxieties. Domison had said he would come back, and that he was confident in his chances of winning. Pabu had even gone with him, and that monstrously large Dire wolf would surely help ensure a smooth victory over the Area boss.
