As Sora got all comfy and the like, by where he set up shop, Oswald, the mayor, came and approached him with somewhat no nonsense look on his face.<br/><br/>“Sorry for being direct, but I need to know: how long do you intend to stay in our village?”  Whatever the sorcerer’s reply was he continued on.  “I heard from the others that you’re a wizard of sorts, and if even if I did not get to witness your grand opening they told me that you have some skill.  You also said, you would offer us excitement and entertainment?  But we are a small, isolated village, with very little to offer to passing travelers except lodging and our humble hospitality.”  His features have softened a bit at this point.  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like in Seveia.  But,” he begins to become somber once more.  “Cause any trouble and you best leave.”<br/>