Chapter 63: Desmond…

My family was in harmony! My mud golems were clearing away the damage!

I sent them off to the goblin and human villages. I mean, yeah, I loved having Anne and Grannie Almira around. Even Bob.

But just yesterday one of the villagers, the human ones, took a branch from my tree and used it for the campfire!

A fallen branch, but the rules were clear: We take fallen branches from the other trees! Never from the Tree of Memories!

I had to ensure my survival.

They were just tourists in my mind, once.

And they were slowly retaking that spot.

"Just one more month," I told the gathered humans, who were eating from the healing stew. Some of them had been sneezing earlier.

Better be safe than sorry. Anne and my babies, who had helped cook the stew, were in the dungeon with me!

Mordred and Mortimer looked at me, eyebrows raised. They have been eating less now that they have to cook their own food.