Michael Fern looked upon the operations of Golden Tree Park with satisfaction. The Druids and lumberjacks were working in sync and harmony to help the city. He couldn't help thinking of a certain Druid, Adam Phillips. The oddly dressed man was a great caster and helped break down the invisible barrier between some of the more “holier-than-thou” magic users and those without a crystal through his honest work ethic. He even suggested a few improvements to the process, though Michael didn't know who this “Henry Ford” was that Adam said deserved the real credit. The administrator hoped that-


[i]“Oh, speak of the devil,”[/i] he thought as the man himself appeared. Sure, he looked worn out, but he wasn't severely injured like before, at least. And given how serious he was, that only meant one thing.


“It succeeded?” Michael asked.


Adam gave a smile and thumbs up, then asked “where can I go cast with the rest of my magic?”


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[i]A few hours later…[/i]


After using what remained of his energy to cast, Adam wanted nothing more than to eat an early dinner at the Drum and sleep. The lumbermen were good people, they understood the context. The Druid almost made his way out of the park when he saw his team leader looking at the trees, seeming almost contemplative. What a nice surprise!


Sitting next to him, Adam greeted him with “hi James, how are you?”


After listening to his response, the two talked for a while, the conversation turning at some point to the red-eyed man's activities for the past few days. On this subject, he was enthusiastic and happy despite his tiredness, proud of his accomplishments. 


“...so after mastering that plant, I went here. Oh, I forgot to mention! My friend, the one I sent the letter to, recommended the book where I learned about it. Glee is great, I'm glad I was able to mail him. I even-”


Suddenly, the look on Adam's face did a 180, turning from a pleasant demeanor to abject horror.


[b]”Oh, no.”[/b]