The lowlands....land of Reager....
Peter stared at the receding back of Mr Dreyson — who walked out of the barn in steady strides.
Peter was not surprised that he was being treated in such manner — after all, he was a stranger in a strange land.
'Oh well....I'll take my leave before dawn'
Peter's major concern right now was how he could get back home.
He was not ready to give his mother a heart attack by being declared missing.
Staring around the barn — he walked towards the heap of hay, which was by a corner — and laid on it.
He was not yet feeling sleepy — so he thought of what he should do in order to pass the time away — before he slept.
'Oh yes my system stats'
As his eyes rested on the golden staff — which was floating above him — he remembered that he had earlier decided to check out his magical info when he had the chance.
And now was a good time as any.
'Info'
Name ~~~ (Peter Watson)
