It had not been a good day for Radagast.
The opportunity to be on his own, to rely on his own wits and skills had finally led him to apply for the job of a caravan guard. It had seemed easy enough, since there were other, more seasoned guards going along. And it was an opportunity to get away from his nagging parents, and especially away from the eyes of the wizard school teachers. The only person he missed was the old man that had thought him how to fight (every moment Radagast could sneak out from the wizard school or his parent's house).
Everything was going more or less planned on their way from the Republic of Capernaum to Durenheim, until about three days until the destination. Continue...