Continued from Mizzle's letter to home
We fought against Drakes, and then we helped Drakes.
A drake is a kind of big winged creature. I’ve read about different types of flying stuff: dragons, wyverns, drakes, wyrms, and more. I never saw one before, though. They were pretty scary. They like this particular type of thistle. So I thought, maybe they were coming down from their mountain for hunting reasons. Only we talked to the mother drake and she said this was her land, not the mountain.
We fought against someone named Halti, and she left.
I feel bad that she felt bad. But what she was doing was wrong. Halti was trying to hurt the drakes even when they were willing to stop hurting the people of this place. When the other person doesn’t want to fight any longer, you stop fighting too, right? It’s just common sense.
There were some people with Halti. Mercenaries, I guess. I don’t know why they need money so bad. Why would you put your life on the line, just to get paid? What if you die, and your family can’t see you any more? What if you get hired to fight for the wrong thing?
They didn’t seem to have any good idea of what to do next, once Halti left. I guess that’s something else that can happen when you are fighting for money, instead of an important reason.
We stopped fighting the drakes because of Enzo. Enzo came here to find out what was going on, and he did! We just sort of helped out with his situation. Enzo also got hurt, so we had to donate some of our thistle to helping him get through his situation.
Enzo got healed by Doc Thorne. She felt strongly about the thistle, because it helped her heal people. I think that’s important too. We helped her get more thistle, and I think that’ll do some good for more people.
There’s so much that happens because we forget things, or we don’t talk to each other about things.
It makes me wonder. The Gallimaufry collects a lot of books. What happens when somebody needs to know what’s inside one of those books?