A man was sitting on a hill sheltered from the wind; although at that latitude the climate was milder, it was still winter in Sentria, and winter was harsh compared to the climate on Earth.
He took refuge in the bushes, half hidden, from his position he had a great view of the beach he had been waiting for days, he had paid dearly for the spell to predict the exact time and place, now he only had to see if he had not been scammed again.
The smoke curls from his pipe formed circles in the air. It is true that he missed the tobacco of Earth; although the herbs that could be smoked in Athair were not bad at all, at least he no longer had that phlegm and morning cough that had accompanied him throughout his adult life.
