Posts from Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist) Auto-translated

"Looks like he also wouldn't mind having a taste of my snails," the mage thought. "Well, no, he won't get this hard-earned food so easily."
Rithnaran, keeping his eyes on the bird and preparing to strike with air magic or a club at any moment, slowly began to sneak towards the barrel, intending to take the valuable food with him.

The eagle gradually began to hop onto lower and closer branches, without ceasing to watch Lekras.

But the mage was getting closer too. “-Even if this creature manages to outrun me,” thought the mage, “I’ll still jump on it and kick it with a club until it gives back my food.” Rithnaran was overcome by some kind of hunting instinct, dormant deep within the soul of every person and not awakening until a certain moment in life. Meanwhile, the mage was already a few meters away from the coveted barrel of snails. “Just a little more,” he thought, not taking his eyes off the bird.

The Eagle looked helplessly at the snails, but realized that this battle was already lost. He simply turned around and flew away, casting one last, resentful glance at the Dascalos.

"Victory!" – the mage thought, or perhaps shouted, before grabbing the snails and hurrying to the old man's house. He felt cheerful and happy. Of course, he was a little worried that he couldn't find Lasar anywhere, but the mentor was almost certain that the cabin boy had simply left a little earlier.

He reached home without any incidents, and Lasar was indeed there.

-Here are the snails! - the wizard said, handing them to the old man. - We were going to eat them, I think.

“Yes, I’ve already prepared the campfire here, using the branches you brought earlier,” the old man said. “Although, I thought you would arrive sooner.”

-Well, it turned out to be more complicated than I thought, - the wizard said, slightly annoyed. - These snails turned out to be almost identical to grapes; and a giant eagle was very eager to feast on them. I think this is still better than returning empty-handed.

–Yes, I forgot to tell you, sorry, it’s my old age. And the eagle? Is it the one with the glasses? Yes, I’ve encountered him too. I just gave him snails, you know, he’d peck at you otherwise, so it’s easier to bribe him. Although, I see you weren’t harmed, well, that’s good, I’m glad you found a way to deal with him.

-Yes, it's nothing to worry about, - Ritnaran replied. - At least we have food. Why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to have lunch before it turns into dinner?

The old man knew how to prepare these snails. The dish turned out to be fragrant, and soon everyone tasted it.

Having eaten their fill, Ritnaran was the first to get up from the "ground/floor".
-Well, maybe we should finally start building the raft? - he said, looking at the old man and the cabin boy. - I'm tired of being stuck here.

“If you only knew how tired I am of all this after all these years!” the old man remarked. “Well, go ahead, take charge. Let’s say you’re the captain.”

-Well... alright. - the wizard agreed. - So, we seem to have made the ropes together. We have the instructions for building the raft. As for the wood... - Rithnaran glanced around at the endless forest. - there's even too much of it. We stocked up on food. All that's left is the easiest part. - The wizard pulled out a book with instructions for building the raft and began to give orders, naturally participating in the process himself.