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So the only way he could possibly help is to fall in love with her daughter. That's - sort of a non-option, actually. Sorry. Apparently he can't help.

"Sorry for bringing it up. Um. I can go, if you'd prefer...?"
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"I was going to show you the maps in her library. But I'm not sure it would help," she says, standing up. "It doesn't sound like you're from - well, anywhere."

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"I'll check the maps," he agrees. "But - yeah. It doesn't sound like I'm from anywhere here."

What in the world is he going to do?
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"I don't think she'd mind if you stayed in the castle. There's room, and it doesn't sound like you have anywhere else to go. Although you'd need to stock the kitchen. It's only there because she knew she might lose her momentum and need to go back to actually cooking."

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"That - would be very nice, thank you. Um. Do you know where I could earn money to pay to stock the kitchen?"

If Jony were here Jony could feed him, but Jony is not here.
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"I'm not sure, what is it that you do?"

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"I protect people from getting hurt. I could probably fling myself off of the waterfall and land on sharp rocks at the bottom and be fine, if a little tired. I can protect other people, too. It's harder with more, especially if they're far apart, and I can only have one shield up at a time. Though I can move it as I like."

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"I can ask around. How long can you do it?"

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"Depends on the shield and how much stress it's under. If it's a precautionary measure for a person - hours. Probably all day if they avoid sharp objects and running into things. If someone's being constantly attacked, or I'm protecting a larger group of people, the time gets shorter and shorter. It makes me tired - if I'm stubborn and drink a lot of tea I can fend it off, but I have to sleep sometime."

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"I can ask some people. Especially without a sorceress around there's probably a market for that. I'll have to describe you as a type of specialist."

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"Sure. Uh. A specialist does only one thing with magic, while a sorcerer does everything? Or am I wrong there?"

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"Specialists wear a sort of pattern in their magic so it'll keep longer without exercise but they don't have general applicability - a specialist architect can't heal or fly or control the weather."

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"Ah. Yeah, then, calling me a specialist is about right."

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"In the meantime if you don't mind the walk you can come down to the village and have dinner with me. What did you say your name was?"

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"Adarin. It's nice to meet you; that would be great, thanks."

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"I'm Rhana."

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"Let me know if there's any way I can repay you for helping me out. Or er, repay your daughter, for - borrowing a room to stay in."

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"She won't mind. There's more rooms in that castle than she'd ever have used herself."

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He shrugs. "Still. It's a beautiful castle, anyway. She has good taste."

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Rhana nods.

She leads Adarin down to the village - apart from the stairs it's a nice walk - and gives him dinner and a box of eggs to cook for breakfast the next morning before coming down to see if she has anything for him to do.

She finds him odd jobs - protecting people who want to go over the falls in a boat for thrills, or hike in the woods without enough magic of their own to fend off a bear, or specialists on construction sites who might misplace something and have it fall on their head. It pays well enough that he doesn't need to work every day to buy himself food - or every week, if he's not choosy.
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Adarin isn't very picky about the work involved with the jobs, but does stay very firmly on the correct side of moral. He grabs the jobs that pay well, he buys food, and he looks for sorcerers to put him back.

No sorcerer knows how to put him back. He checks. He travels around, after working up a savings. He asks several. One doesn't believe him and thinks he's crazy, two sincerely try and fail, another decides he's not up to it and recommends him to a better sorcerer, he goes, and she fails, too. It - does not look like he's going to be put back.

He misses everyone intensely. His sister and Chelasi most of all, but - everyone. He hates that they probably think he's dead. He hates that he doesn't know if they're okay or not. But he can't get home. Not anytime soon, not without more momentum than any sorcerer he's met so far has. So - he mourns his friends and family, but he can't do anything. Not in any reasonable amount of time.

Well. What can he do instead, then?

The obvious answer: become a sorcerer. Maybe he can get back himself, and if he can't, well, he's not going to turn down magic because he feels like being lazy. He can do lots and lots of little things. Decorate the castle, change the decorations, cook food, grow plants, amuse himself while protecting people.

The other, less obvious answer: help the cursed woman. That one - isn't as easy. But he understands, more than anyone, what it's like to be ripped away from your family and wake up in a strange foreign land. He doesn't want to wish it on anyone else. If there's a way to help, and it's obvious the best way is to find a really good sorcerer, or fulfill the traditional criteria. He's working on the sorcerer part, but that'll take, from what it sounds like, hundreds of years.

So how does one fall in love with someone who's cursed?

Well. She wrote a lot. There's an entire section devoted to things she wrote. He - can explain what he's going to try to her mother, and ask if it's okay to technically invade her daughter's privacy to try and save her.
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"I can't exactly say she wouldn't mind," says Rhana, after some thought. "But I think she'd mind a lot less than continuing to sleep for centuries. If you want to try."
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"I mean..." He shrugs helplessly. "I don't want to just leave her there."

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Rhana nods.

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"I'll give it a shot, if I can't - well. I'll write a sincere apology."

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