He sipped a small cup of tea and simply listened to the chatter what was happening around him. Slowly he began to piece together themes in their conversations. There was a shortage of fish but no one seemed to know why. Kaz set down his cup and it clinked on the small dish. The sound was drowned out by the entrance door of the cafe swinging open. The wooden door gave a thud against the concrete wall. A rail-thin man stood with heavy boots and a headband flowing down from his head to his shoulders.
“Is Kazimir in here,” he asked with a hint of worry in his tone. The words were spoken with haste and a quiver.
Kaz turned to face the man, “What is it,” he asked, pushing the teacup away from himself and standing to meet the man. The man smelled of fish and the sea. He crossed the room leaving the scent of water trailing behind like the tide. “This is gonna sound crazy but...ya see.” He looked around the room and cast all inhibition to the wind. With a gulp, he continued, “Me and the boys at the dock haven’t been able to catch anything. We think there is a monster in a cove that’s scaring away all the fish. Can you help,” the man asked while rubbing the sweat from his hands off onto his pants.
The wind mage put a hand on the man’s shoulder, “Of course I can. Let’s head to the docks.” With that the man and Kazimir rushed off towards the docks. The wind mage wondered what kind of creature it would be.
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