After pondering the possibilty of magic leaking in here, Damian decided to explore for lost items. Sure enough, as soon as he started, a mob of irate peasants appeared and got in the way. Well, another thing that does not change.
Moving to a new location, Damian tried again and found nothing. Not that unusual. The third try yielded a piece of parchment with a note to report bugs. Now that was odd. After finding the same note several times, it occurred to Damian that this might be a magicians quest. So he quietly sat in one place for a while and took note of all the insect life in the area. After writing down at least 23 different types, he patiently sat waiting for a magician to appear to collect the list, wondering what kind of reward would be forthcoming for his efforts. Much easier that collecting the third molar of an extinct Moa bird.
