Mythologies - Gna's Mission.

[Masquerade]

(Villnore: Outskirts)

"I think you so very much for helping me out," an old lady said with a purple shawl wrapped around her hunched shoulders.

"It's no problem ma'am," Vocatio said, a smile on his face. He readjusted his messenger bag, which was now finally empty. The day had not been a very busy one.

"I feel bad about not being able to pay full price," the old woman continued.

"Well, please don't. Then it will make me feel bad." He laughed.

"Well, it's much too long of a journey for you to go back to your hometown now, so why don't you allow me to put you up for the night. I promise you a good supper." The old woman put her hands together and pleaded.

"Sure, that would be nice. I have to stay anyway. The paradise flycatcher that you sent me had two letters, one of which was your request to bring you the package that arrived in my hometown and another one telling me to stay here in Villnore."

The old woman gasped. "I didn't send you a paradise flycatcher with my request, I sent a cumulus pidgeon. Paradise flycatchers are so rare, anyone who had one would have to be rich."

'Someone must have intercepted the message in order to get this letter to me. It might be wise for me to stick around to find out who it was. I might even get paid for it." He smiled to himself at the thought of some more money. "Interesting. Oh well, I got your message, anyway, and I delivered to you the package. So, what's for supper?"

The old woman smiled and grabbed his hand and started leading him back to the town. "Beef stew. My husband will tell you that I make the best beef stew within miles of the town." More and more houses started to appear as Vocatio was led to his destiny.