No point worrying. Get to work.
True, and what other choice did he have? So, kitchen first.
To perform the type of magic required, the job needed sustenance. Good thing he’d arranged for delivery. Several ready-cooked pies, and fresh vegetables and fruit, all the sorts to consume without delay, awaited him. Sweet stuff would be better. Sugar. But such treats worked best if he prepared them for his purpose. Fortunately, he had brought baked goodies with him, though he didn’t relish this part, regardless.
With a sigh, he entered the kitchen and looked at the box of food on the wooden table because he sure couldn’t leave foodstuffs anywhere near this floor sprinkled with droppings. So far he’d spied a single mouse, told the animal to leave. The message would be passed on, and those not alr
