No prompts used. This is a continuation to Prose-ject 2020 18: The Tree on a Desert.
Bereth looked at the village in the horizon. Something in his gut told him that he should avoid it; whether it was the threatening magic hanging over the perimeters or the fact that he was supposed to safeguard his mentor’s ring, he did not know.
He could easily turn and go around. His magic could sustain him in the desert for much longer, after all. He did not have to stop for supplies yet.
However, his mentor had not taught him to be a coward.
Bereth continued towards the village, already coming up with responses to different scenarios.