-Listen up, dollie, and listen up well. You will go down that path. No malignant wobbles, no poison fairies, no grudd monsters. Then you'll meet the governor's assistant. She will ask you how things went. You will tell her what happened, only -listen carefully- all the way around. YOU saved ME, got it? I'm a coward and a failure and a waste of mage theacher's time and efforts. A total loser. Use your own experience for inspiration. Remember, you owe me twice.
Marimo stood still. He was a bad liar. And he did not like to lie if he could evoid it. Also he wasn't the kind of guy that takes credit for other's work. Sometimes, not even for his own. I'm afraid he was that kind of masochistic good type. At least until that day. When he walked the path Berry suggested, and actually not finding any spawns, and then meeting the governor's assistant, when he was in the middle of his tale, still deciding wheter or not to obey Berry, he saw his aunt Veverilda. Good old aunt Veverilda, always telling him to work harder and eat his greens and smile at rainbows... Marimo thought he was going to be attached to good old aunt Veverilda forever if he didn't lie to get his degree and go out of Hung Town. So he lied, lied and lied, and he was sure Berry was going to be pleased by all that fakeness. Right in the middle of the heroic, epic adventure of Marimo, the mosnter slayer, the assistant interrupted:
-Why, isn't that our very own Berry?
Marimo turned around. Berry was there and looked mad. Marimo wondered if she was changing her mind and spilling the beans.
To be continued...
