Chapter 18: Wizard Rasmodius
Just as Leon was pondering the age-old question of what to have for lunch, a crow burst through the curtain of rain, landed right in front of him, and—after shaking the water from its feathers—spat out a small, crumpled note.
Then, with a flap of its wings, it was gone.
Leon stared at the direction the crow had flown, puzzled, before picking up the soggy note it had left. The damp paper was rather unpleasant to the touch, but curiosity got the better of him, and he unfolded it.
“My sources tell me you’ve found something interesting in the old Community Center. Perhaps I can offer you a bit of help. If you’re interested, pick a suitable time to come to the tower at the far west end of the forest. I’ll be waiting.”
That was all it said. The moment Leon read it, he felt a spark of excitement—because this was exactly the important figure he’d been waiting for.
“So it was a crow delivering a letter… and here I was, feeling disappointed this morning when I checked the empty mailbox,” Leon muttered. He read the message again carefully, making sure he hadn’t missed any details, then tossed the damp scrap aside into the dirt.
“But before I head out, I need to eat something.”
Instead of rushing to meet the sender, Leon went back into his cabin and pulled out the bread he’d bought earlier. After wolfing down two pieces and washing them down with a large glass of water, he felt the fullness in his stomach return. Only then did he head back outside, donning his raincoat and boots before making his way toward the farm’s southern exit.
To the east of the farm lay the main road to Pelican Town, to the north was the path to the mountains, and to the south—the forest. The west was a dead end, nothing but cliffs.