Druid continues the way they've been heading all day. Everyone is very quiet, and all the daytime ambient noise has fallen silent, but the creatures of the night haven't started yet. In about twenty minutes the party arrives at the edge of a wooded area. Druid walks a few feet to the left, where there are two trees connected by an arch made of branches tied with vines. He reaches up and pushes on a knot on the left-hand tree; a curtain of soft green light falls from the arch, and druid walks through, beckoning the party to follow him. As they do, they see, after passing through the gateway, a clearing that was not visible from the outside. It's roughly circular, and about 100 yards in diameter; on the opposite side, there's a small wooden hut. Near the hut there's an apparently natural pool. Most of the clearing, however, is taken up by gardens: nearest the hut, there's a patch of herbs; next to that is a large plot of vegetables, including corn, tomatoes, potatoes, and cabbage. To the left of the entrance is a cherry tree, just dropping the last of its blossoms, and a plum tree, already swollen with small fruits. To the right of the entrance is a plot of clearly exotic plants that no one in the group recognizes.
As the party enters, the traveler gets a very far-away look on his face then goes back to normal and shakes his head. Druid walks across the grove and into his hut, still carrying the petal. As he walks he says, "Trilgat, Jack, come into the hut with me; Grey Fox, stay out here with our guest. Beggar... wait, what's your name?"
"All right, Chauncey, you come with me."
As they arrive in the hut, they see that it's very simple, and obsessively neat. In the far left corner of the room, there's a bed; instead of a the usual straw-stuffed mattress, Druid has created a pallet in the bed-frame by stacking neatly folded blankets. Above the bed, there's a shelf with a handful of books and a few scrolls; at the foot of the bed is a basket with a cushion in it apparently for a pet of some sort. Hung from the ceilings are strings of garlic, herbs, and one of jerky. On the left wall is a basin with a nearly gone sliver of soap on the rim. On the right, there's a cupboard, probably a larder of some sort, with a few simple earthenware dishes on top of it. In the center of the room there's a small table with a single stool. On the table is a short stack of parchment and a well of reddish ink with a clearly-homemade quill stuck in it.
Druid lays the sprite delicately on the table; the other three fly off of Trilgat and land next to their compatriot. With a gesture, Druid indicates that they shouldn't touch him.
"Chauncey, get on the bed; Jack, if you know a sleep spell, start preparing it; Trilgat, get me a strand of garlic and one of herbs; there should be all of them I need on any given strand. There's a stool by the table if you need it." Druid goes and gets a mortar and pestle and a metal pot off the cupboard and takes them outside.
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"I meant," said Iplsore bitterly, "what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
"CATS," he said eventually, "CATS ARE NICE."
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery