Introduction
Passing back and forth in my little shack, the man looked up at me from the ground. He had been waiting for my response for about 20 minutes now. I was surprised at how patient he was, but he had been kind of like a handmaid to me for 6 months and had learned to be patient when it came to my answers. With a deep sigh I turned to him and looked him dead in the eye. In his pleading eyes was one thing: home. All he and his friends wanted was to go home.
With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes and tilted my head down. "You and the others may help me with my mission."
"Oh great spirit! Thank you" The man put his head down and bowed lower to the floor.
"However," He whipped his head up and stared at me intently. "You and I are the only ones who may speak to each other. Do not speak of me to the others at all. Do not use my name, do not tell the others anything about me. I have to keep a very low profile if I want to even continue my mission."
"Of course," The man bowed low again.
"For now, I have to wait for this human to grow up a bit more," I wandered over to the bed where the human lay unconscious. "This body can barely lift a full sized sword let alone direct an operation to this extent."
"What should I tell the others for now?" The man had slowly gotten up from his spot on the ground.
"For now, just be patient. Maxwell has acknowledge your presence and will be on the lookout for a few weeks. We cannot let him know that you have come to me. For now, try your best at learning the culture and blending in. Once you have, I will come to you personally with plans," I looked back at the man and bowed my head, dismissing him.