Rogue dusted off his hands and smiled at his handiwork.
"That's a mighty fine bit of work ya done there, Rogue," said an old man standing next to him.
Rogue smiled. "Well, it's the least I could do after nearly leveling half your town fighting that grimmerworm."
The old man grinned. "It happens. Those grimmerworms are nasty little beasts."
Rogue's smile faded slightly. "I should have been able to beat that beast much easier than I did. For some reason I'm feeling a little weak today."
Just then a small blue parrot alighted on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.
The old man waved at Rogue and said, "Looks like ya gots another job to do. So I'll leave ya to yer work. Thanks for yer help."
Rogue smiled and nodded as the old man turned and walked away. The bird whispered some more in his ear. Rogue raised an eyebrow in interest.
"A wicked tree you say?" he said with intrigue.
The bird nodded.
"Haven't seen one of those in a long time. Which town?"
"Loverson," said the bird.
"That seems odd. That town has been clean for quite some time," said Rogue.
The bird frowned. "You can thank our mutual friend for that," he said sarcastically.
Rogue chuckled and shook his head. "Well, he is a bit unskilled in the higher magics, but he means well. I guess he's just trying to save some energy by creating rooks to fight the monsters."