Question: What are you doing first?
Response: Sorting out Hafiza's records.
You look at the sun, well on its way down the horizon, and decide against going back to the garden right now. Soon it'll be too dark to properly look at the paths.
You sweep the pebbles back into the bucket so as to not bother Deema, prop the bucket against a post, and head inside.
Deema's by the fire on the far side of the room, facing away from you.
'Did I bother you?' you ask.
She turns the question over in her mind before saying, 'Yes.'
'Don't be. It's the job.' She pauses. 'They felt strange.'
'Yeah, look at this...' You walk over and show her your sketches of unbalanced sigils, with lines of inconsistent thickness and spokes of different lengths, and say, 'I made them unbalanced to compensate for the stones not making perfect circles.'
She concedes, 'It's a good idea,' and turns around again.'
You take this as your cue to leave her alone, and go back to your makeshift desk. The note you'd left to yourself to work on Hafiza's records jumps out at you.
Even though condensing the notes further will take you much less time, you split the task over the evening and the next morning to give your eyes a break. The final list of notes barely comes out to be three pages of text, and you fold them up and head into town to send them off to the address Hafiza gave you.
While in the area, you look over the town noticeboard, hoping for some clues about where the next witch meet will be, but there's nothing available - either because it hasn't been announced, or there's so few people it affects it doesn't compete with the offered odd jobs and workshops. Probably the latter.
'Deema,' you ask when you return, thinking of your conversation with Lex, 'when do we find out when the next meet is?'
'Not long... the next week or so. I'll let you know when we receive notice.'
'A while ago Lex said it would be somewhere down south. But not that far down, because we don't really do witches there. They seemed upset about it.'
'Why would you speculate or worry? It won't change where it will be.'
'Maybe,' you say, 'but still. Might help us plan for the... the next step.'
What do you say next?
'What about the hot air?'
'I'm going for a walk.'
Remaining time: 4 days 1 hour
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