Aimee
A strange sound disturbs his peace, from the intense heat that graces the field, he upturns his vision. Stopped in his rigorous plowing and looked behind to see what had happened.

 *It sounded like someone was speaking*

Had his scarecrow come... To life?

No, as he turned, he spots that the scarecrow had a small mold growing. Had that been there before? But what took him by surprise—-

"**GAH?!**"

He stumbled backwards, tripped over his own plowing device and fell into the mud on his back. Wh-

*Who?!*

"**N-good day sir, how did you- right. Sorry.**"

He got up, cleaned up what mud stained his garments. He'd offer a hand but well, you know.

"**Not at all of a problem sire, what brings you here to my humble wheat fields?**"
Martha
*Zyn eyed the man with a friendly curiosity, a silly smirk growing along his cheeks. He was going to speak back with a funny quip, but being referred to as "Sire" Rubbed him the wrong way. The Drow chuckled and shook his head at the ground.* 

"Ah friend, don't call me anythin like sire, I'm not above you whatsoever. But um... Yeah it was just chance that the patch of mold inside the scarecrow was my destination. I was stuck between a rock and a big ol' beastie but luckily it had some mold growin on it somewhere. I'm a wee bit magic if ya hadn't already assumed!" *A thick accent from the land down under, if Aharis could even notice the origin. Zyn stepped forward to examine the plow, and then Aharis. A few glances between the equipment and it's owner he stated the obvious.* "You must be a strong fella. Pushin that thing around all day, betcha wish y'had some help?" 

*Zyn had nothing better to do, and this was the closest thing a normal person could do to something he's interested in. Plus, it would be nice to sleep in a barn and not a tent for a night. He mumbles something to himself while gesturing strange signs using his hand over his chest. A minor blue glow projects from his fingers into her sternum, and a relieving **Pop** Is audible to even Aharis.* "Ahh..."
Aimee
This stranger is very kind, but even to him is strange. There isn't a lot of strangers that pass by thes-

*Did he said he traveled through—- that,—*

 *Mold???*

Aharis had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Cartoonishly, this farmer leaned forward past the stranger towards the scarecrow with the mold. How did fit through that? Was there such a magic? His head hurts, as if recalling something, but pushes past it and remained blissfully unaware.

His eyes widened. Speechless!

"**Why si- sir, a magician? There's not a lot of you, let alone travellers who pass through these valleys. You might be the first in a century to have unique magic like that. Mold? I'm amazed.**"

Genuinely, as if he had just seen wanders. So simple, and refined. Especially making use of molds like that. Here he was, worried that he might need to patch up new clothes for the scarecrow. Whilst he himself isn't wearing anything on the waist-up but a strawhat and a cloth to cover his head from the sun. He looked too elvish, to be working manual labour like this. Sweaty and shiny with oil and glimmering sun. 

"**Ah! No, please. This labour is nothing. You must have travelled far. My name is Aharis, I own this patch of land. Please, come in. I don't have much to offer you, but a cup of water I just boiled would do.**"

He walked past him, not letting him deny. Into the hut, a small cabin that looks too rough, as if it was hand-built.

He pours him a cup of warm water. Cooled from heating, a while ago, and hands it to him by placing it on his small wooden table. Awaiting for him to enter. From inside, a small space. Simple and fit for at least a family of 3-4.

He was skeptical, naïvely accepting him into his home like this. But he looks tired, especially by the weird pop-sound. Honestly however, Aharis was entranced by this man. Completely forgetting his tasks for the day under the guise of hospitality.

He yelled from inside. Voice raised in a way to catch his attention from even outside. 

"**My house is small but it is my castle. Make yourself at home, drink, and tell me about yourself stranger!**"
Martha
"And I'm Zyn-" *Aharis had run into his cabin before Zyn could finish speaking. This man was a new find for the druid, he never met someone this openly interested in his magic. To him, magic was commonplace in this world even when he worked as a common guard in Merii. Zyn wasn't one to refuse hospitality, if something is free he should take it. He entered, and if Aharis was particularly perceptive he would have noticed a pair of blinking eyes on Zyn's shawl adjacent to the teeth adjusting to the change in lighting before closing again.*

"I appreciate it Aharis, it is rare to find people as generous as you are, even rarer to find someone so separated from magic." *His obsidian colored hand moved to a cup like it belonged to Zyn, he was not sheepish. Getting himself a very full cup meant he could sit with his new friend. Zyn took a big sip from the cup, some of it spilling down his chin and onto the shawl which... Made it shiver? He acted like nothing had happened and began to speak.*

"I'll gladly tell you a few stories friend! I'm Zyn Telumbe, by the way. I'm a druid, so I bet you'll like some of the magic I can do." *He knew the basic plant growth magic that would impress Aharis, but he also knew his specialty was to rot and decay things... He will wait to be bearer of unexpected news.* "You should ask though, I've been around for a handful of years."
Aimee
There was some slight rustle sounds coming from somewhere, but he couldn't tell where it's coming from. It sounded so close yet so distant, as if it was right in front of him. But, that's not possible, is it? In front of him is the druid man, tall and mysterious. He dismissed it as the man being cold, shivering perhaps.

"**Nice to meet you, Zyn! Welcome, welcome. Make yourself comfortable. I'm sorry, my home is not much.**"

To think, a druid! Traveling through mold? It fascinates him to no end. As long as he lived here, a century passed, yet this is the first druid he meets. The shoguns ruling this land don't necessarily made it an attraction, the people here are peaceful but not unaware.

"**This is nothing. You must've come so far. You- you travel through mold? What else can the mo- I mean, you do? Are heading somewhere in particular?**"
Martha
*Zyn was almost flattered by Aharis, the amount of intrigue this man showed was endless. Thank goodness people such as him ask the easier questions. Spells and abilities are the simplest things to the caster, but to others they make the user appear legendary. He plucked a small mushroom from off his shoulder on the shawl and presented it to Aharis.*

"I can only do it twice per day, but if a fungus like a mushroom or mold is big enough to cover my palm or more, I can see vaguely the other side of a related colony. I came out of that scarecrow abruptly because the mold was inside the jacket. I saw nothing but it was better than fighting some nameless beastie in a cave. It cracked my sternum! Anyway, I'm not heading anywhere in particular, I go wherever nature and chance decide... Unless I have a quest but that's besides the point."

*He's an adventurer too?! The equipment he carries says so, a big scary weapon and plenty of stuff certainly stashed away on his person.*
"If you want, I could show you a few spells I know."