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He turned back to them, his eyes watering, “In the name of all things holy, why would you…, why would you…, what the hell is this? Have you tried cleaning the pot?”
    Logan was now a little cautious and took a sip, then a mouthful, “Sweet mother, you have got to give me some of those beans. Man, this is the nectar of rock stars. This stuff has got a bite to it.”
    Lauren, holding back a smile said, “It is a little strong. Do you have anything to lessen the bite, as my brother so enthusiastically put it?”
    Mirtza asked, “Is there anything in particular you would like?”
    Lauren replied, “Sugar or honey to sweeten it would be nice, milk or cream to help tame it would be good, Baileys or Kahlua might stop my eyes from watering.”
    Mirtza reached into the first trunk, brought out a jar of honey, which Lauren added to her mug, until she could drink it without her gag reflex kicking in. By that point, Logan was asking for a refill, and John was on all fours, coughing, barking, sweating, and making promises that he would never keep.
    Mirtza looked at Lauren, Logan, Eric, and John’s butt, “I know I was a little rude earlier. For that, I do apologize. As your host, let me tell you my story, and then you can tell of your travels.” What the heck am I supposed to do? “Unlike you, I am from here. I have celebrated twenty-five dates of birth, which started on a farm in the Newlands, just south of where we met. About fifty years ago, trading ships started showing up in our capital, eager for all sorts of goods. They were willing to trade bags of gold for food, lumber and pretty much anything else we could sell them. The Bright Coast, it was heavily populated, so people headed out to the Newlands, to clear land, sell the lumber and then grow crops, and those people included my parents. The Newlands expanded quickly over the years, but we could not grow enough to satisfy the trading ships. They have been showing up for so long, I don’t know if anybody remembers why they started to trade with us in the first place. As I mentioned earlier, my parents were proud root and pig farmers. But with the Newlands expanding, cities growing, my parents felt better opportunities were available. So they enrolled me into a magic school three years ago. While my parents were very good farmers, the school costs were high, but they brokered a deal on discount food prices, and arranged for me to pay part of my tuition as an apprentice student. After one year of school, I went on a one-year trip to the Southlands, to gather samples, take notes, and discover. However, I got lost in some mountains, and the trip took over a year to get back. Upon my return, I stumbled upon you six. Now if you have questions about pigs and roots, I feel very qualified to give you solid answers. Beyond that, the only thing that I can add is this. That which I know, is only exceeded by that which I do not know.” He checked their reactions to see how much they believed. Yes, it was a greatly sanitized and shortened version of the truth, but he had to say something, “Now tell me your story.”
    Eric started to explain their world, but Mirtza got a puzzled look on his face. He suggested the translation ointment, saying it might help him to understand better. By this time, John was sitting up, and said that it was fine to use. Eric applied some, but the puzzled look never left Mirtza’s face. Eric rambled on for thirty minutes, but only got more frustrated, “Harry, you give it a try.” John looked at him, and not in a pleasant way. Eric continued, “I am sorry, just frustrated. Give me a football, and tell me to teach Mirtza how to play. That I can do. You are better with words.”
    John asked for a mug of water, drank it, and cleared his throat. “Ok you know our names, much like you, we are students as well. As you put it, I have celebrated thirteen dates of birth. My friends here have celebrated seventeen of them. Ryan, in the back of the wagon, he