LEARNING AND SETTLING IN
BY SW MO HERMIT
Warren wandered down the crowded street enjoying the renaissance festival's version of middle ages music and the period costumes. This was his favorite time and festival of the year, the annual renaissance festival held by his home town. He was super happy to be there this year and wondered if he would be able to attend the next one or any of the other festivals coming up in the future. He sighed and berated himself once again for being the unbendable ethical asshole he was accused of being just before his boss laid him off.
If he hadn't already paid a non refundable entrance fee for this year's festival he couldn't have afforded to attend. As it was, he had to watch his expenses and not buy as much beer or as many snacks as he normally did. Thankfully, he owned the Wizards costume that he wore year after year so the only expense he had was the gasoline he used to get to the festival and, of course, food and drink. He was good enough friends with some of the performers and concessioners he could and did sleep in their tents or caravans.
Warren was the typical computer nerd. He worked programming games during the day then talked about and played them evenings and weekends. He loved online role playing games and fairs and festivals such as this one. Every chance he got he played the part of a Wizard in the games and dressed as one for the festivals and parties he attended if it was appropriate. He had many of the "spells" memorized and carried a few "props" and harmless chemicals to either make a noise or smoke from time to time. He, like many of his friends, was on a first name basis with many of the magic shop employees in the city and a few who worked in herb shops as well.
On his way down the street he stopped from time to time for a chat with some of the many friends he made over the years as well as some people he didn't know who either had an interesting costume or stopped him to talk about his. He also read many of the notices nailed up on bulletin boards and trees. One notice that caught his eye he found very intriguing. It said, "WANTED: Wizard to join the population of a medieval town. The successful applicant Will provide magical services to the townspeople on an as needed basis. If possible the applicant should bring his own potions, reagents and tools of the trade. An appropriate familiar is a welcome plus. Come join our town for a fun and enjoyable job in a slower time."
Warren couldn't see how this could be a real paying proposition but he wrote the phone number and address down so he could call as soon as he found a quiet place to do so. Since he was unemployed he thought he'd see what the job entailed and perhaps give it a try. It would be a hoot to play a Wizard until he found another job in programming. He was pretty sure, if the ad was for a real job it was seasonal and probably part time but any job would be good while he searched for another one in his field. Depending on the salary, it would sure beat flipping burgers.
Warren had a pet iguana that he would cast as his familiar. The little bastard loved to ride around in his pocket or on his shoulder. In fact, it was with him now. He called it a dragon if asked. As soon as he found a quiet spot he made the call. When the phone was answered Warren could barely understand the man. He was carrying midevial speech to extremes, apparently to stay in character.
"Aye, Sir Wizard," the man said. "'Tis an opportune time for your call, it is. I be doing naught that cannot be put off should you be able to come to my stall for a talk."
"Oh, yeah, guess I can do that. What time?"
"Why now Sir Wizard."
Warren obtained directions to the man's stall and began walking to his interview. It was only three or four blocks from where he made the call so it didn't take long to get there. When he arrived, he was impressed. The items for sale looked almost authentic and were obviously hand made. He almost forgot why he was there when he began wandering around looking at the pots, pans, camping gear, daggers, clubs, leather goods and homespun clothes. This was really an awesome shop. It seemed to contain anything and everything the well equipped reenactor could want with the exception of weapons and armor.
Warren was dividing his time between looking at the merchandise and an extremely beautiful young woman in period costume who apparently worked in the shop. A man of indeterminate age approached and asked if he could help. Warren said, "Yes. I called about the Wizard's job?"
"Oh, aye. Please, this way. We'll sit a spell and have some ale while we talk about the work. Me missus is in the back. We'll just join her while my daughter minds the stall if you mind not."
Warren smiled and said, "That's fine. Lead on McDuff."
They walked into the back of the stall and passed through a doorway covered by a heavy curtain or light blanket. Just before they left the front of the stall the man said, "Gloria, mind the shop while we talk with this young Wizard." The small room they entered was plain and contained period appropriate furnishings for the middle ages, again seemingly hand made. An older woman sat at a table covered with all sorts of items from scrolls to small bottles of, well of who knows what.
After they were all seated they had a short get to know each other conversation. Before he realized what was happening Warren found himself being well and truly interviewed about his life, beliefs, knowledge of the middle ages and "magic". Of course, he could do well with all the questions except for a knowledge of magic. For the, he merely spouted the knowledge he had gained by programing and playing the computer games or by wandering around the fairs and festivals.
After a grueling 45 minute discussion the man looked at the woman and asked, "Well dear. What do you think?"
The shopkeeper's wife looked into a crystal ball Warren hadn't noticed before before she said, "He appears to be acceptable. He has paltry knowledge of the magic but the power is strong, very strong, in this one. He should do well if he doesn't get himself killed before he learns what's needed. He has no entanglements in this reality. Yes, he'll do fine. It's time for Gloria to take a man in any event. Though she's not a full sorceress, she can safeguard and teach him until he becomes proficient on his own and I perceive they'll do well together."
Warren looked at the two with a small amount of fear and started to ask what they were talking about when the man stood and said, "So be it." He picked up a wizards staff, spoke an incantation, and Warren found himself in a beautiful forest glade. He fell to the ground in shock when his mind registered the change.
*****
As quickly as he and Warren disappeared, the shopkeeper popped back into the stall. Most people wouldn't have even noticed he disappeared and reappeared. When he appeared, he said, "Well my dear, I suppose we'd better tell Gloria and get her to her man before he manages to get into trouble."