Lynch hesitated to speak, the Refined Gold Finger tapping incessantly on the Magic Wand made of black iron, the monotonous clanging sound enveloping the camp. After a while, the mage finally said, "I want to go back, I really want to go back. So, I hope you won't mention that I am a mage anymore. Only this way, I can embark on the journey home."
Felps breathed a sigh of relief. During their adventures, Lynch from Haisas never entered the territory of that country, and whenever they heard of a mission taking them there, the mage would firmly refuse. This puzzled all his companions, as each time they asked about his family, Lynch was always vague. Even to his closest partners, the mage's past life seemed like an unsolvable mystery.
The mage chanted a Spell, and a circular earth wall surrounded the group, with a deep trench left outside the wall: "Get some rest early, everyone. The beasts here can't get over this wall, it will be safe at night."