*Lorenzo*
I know I’m close to the witch named Morgan and the wolf. I can feel it.
One of my biggest strengths is following the trail of magic. I’ve traveled a long way through many dense woods and across shallow streams. I know that my hard work will pay off, though. It has to. I’m making my camp for the night. I gather firewood and light the fire. My dinner consists of beans for what feels like the hundredth time. I’m definitely starting to get sick of them, but my supplies are running low.
I’ll have to pick more food up in the next village I come across. I extinguish my fire and pitch my tent. I’ve gotten this part down to a science after many years of traveling. It only takes me five minutes to put together my sleeping arrangements, and I settle down. I ensure that my weapons are within reach of me, then close my eyes.