The discussion on magic and reality took a turn to silence as the forest reveals its own view. The leaves turn and brush against each other in the breeze, the birds sing, and the beauty experienced is a mere shell for the desperate struggle for life and death that all these life forms experience daily.
The two adventurers head to Domea. The village welcomes them, and they also meet an old friend. Tim. Tim from the bunker. His weird shaped head gives him away and it turns out he's been adventuring in his spare time. He boasts, in his weird dialect, that he has altered slightly his food generating powers to do things like create sausages in the knees of monsters and hot soup in their lungs.
A meeting with mirabella is made to facilitate the collection of this quantity of goods. There are a lot of items, lots of logs, cloth, leather, and various tars and components. Mirabella thanks them for solving the dome problem and protecting domea, and signs a letter for Theodore in the market to read.
They head to Theodore - and he is initially dismissive. He stands in the centre of the market with a pair of primitive glasses holding a book, walking around and inspecting the various market stalls, while the stall owner looks nervously on. The party stop him in his tracks and deliver him the letter. He opens the wax seal, reads the contents, and suddenly becomes really cooperative and helpful, saying he'll have the goods shortly. Except the cloth, there just isn't that much cloth and leather in the town, so they may try and trade with the minotaurs. They just happen to be arriving the next day, which is such a coincidence. They trade every few days so it turns out not to be, however.
The two drink and catch up with Tim, he introduces himself to James and shares the stories of his food magic. Fith says a glorious speech about demons and their power and the tradgedy of such unnatural forces. Demons and gods are not the same, James argues. But effectively there may not be such a difference, except in their outlook on the lesser beings roaming this mortal plane.
James tries to teach 200 years of science over some beers. The idea that air is a fluid and exists, and that gravity is an actual force are not well received.
James finds a jeweller who was out of work. James drops a sack of uncut gems on his table and asks them to be ground or cut. Several thousand gold worth of gems would be the end result, and the jeweller happily does it for a solPost too long. Click here to view the full text.