Old Leicht slowly woke up, his brows no longer twisted in pain, and he sat up immediately.
He stared at his hands incredulously, as if still immersed in this miracle.
"What did you see?"
Rowena asked him.
"I...it's hard to say... maybe it was a silhouette..."
The usually eccentric farmer spoke with astonishment and confusion.
"Congratulations, you're recovered."
"Miss Divination, was it you who helped me?"
"Me? I don't have such skills," Rowena quipped with a raise of her eyebrow, "Perhaps your prayers were heard by a righteous god."
Meanwhile, Ethan sneezed in the kitchen.
He hadn't eaten all day, and was humming a tune, preparing a simple hard bread with sour cream meal.
A horn sounded deep in the night; Baron Gledin was urgently gathering the townspeople. Whenever the town faced a crisis, the baron family would call everyone together, and the residents stopped their tasks to respond.
