A few days later, Zarek’s man came to aid all the woman that have been kidnapping by the

goblins. With that, Orin, Zarr and Ein continue their journey.

As Orin, Zarr, and Ein made their way through the dense forest, they suddenly stumbled upon
a small human village.

The villagers were in the middle of a lively celebration, and the sounds of laughter and music
filled the air. Ein, always the one with an insatiable appetite, quickly made his way to the
nearest food stall and began indulging in the local cuisine.

Meanwhile, Orin and Zarr were approached by a group of villagers who mistook the sorcerer
for a travelling performer.

With a twinkle in his eye and a sly smile, began to entertain the villagers with his magical
abilities. He made objects appear and disappear with a wave of his hand, conjured up bolts of
lightning, and even made himself levitate in the air.

The villagers cheered and clapped, completely enthralled by the sorcerer's performance.

One of the villagers, a plump woman with rosy cheeks, stepped forward and said,

"Oh, do show us more, kind sir! Our village has not seen such magic in many years."

Orin chuckled and replied,

"Of course, my dear. What kind of performer would I be if I didn't give my audience what
they wanted?"

And with a flick of his wrist, he summoned a bouquet of colorful flowers which he then
handed to the woman.

Zarr, who had been barking with joy, couldn't help but be excited at the sight of his master
entertaining the villagers.
Meanwhile, Ein, who was always wary of Orin's tricks, crossed his arms and rolled his eyes,
muttering under his breath,

"Here we go again."

But despite Ein's skepticism, the villagers continued to be captivated by Orin's performance,
laughing and cheering as he pulled off one amazing feat after another.

However, things took a comedic turn when Zarr, who was meant to be Orin's assistant,
accidentally knocked over a table full of pies, sending them flying into the air.

The villagers erupted into laughter, and Zarr, realizing his mistake, started chasing after the
pies in a futile attempt to catch them.

Ein, who had been enjoying the feast, suddenly found himself surrounded by a group of
villagers who were trying to get a closer look at the shining sword he carried.

But as they reached out to touch it, Ein suddenly let out a loud burp, causing the villagers to
jump back in surprise.

The villagers were taken aback by Ein's sudden belch, and a moment of silence fell over the
crowd. But then, one of the villagers started to chuckle, breaking the silence and causing the
others to join in.

Ein, realizing the humorous situation, couldn't help but join in on the laughter.

"I guess all that pie and ale finally caught up to me," Ein chuckled, wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand.

The villagers, still chuckling, approached Ein once again, eager to touch the sword and
examine its beauty.

Ein, always happy to show off his weapon, obliged and began to tell the story of how he
obtained the sword.
He described the battle he had fought with a dragon to earn the right to wield it, and the
villagers listened with rapt attention.

They marvelled at the bravery and skill it must have taken to defeat a dragon, and Ein basked
in the admiration, clearly enjoying the attention.

Orin, Zarr, and Ein were confused as they woke up the next morning and looked around the
village. Everyone seemed like a stranger to them, and no one remembered the events of the
previous night.

Orin, Zarr, and Ein looked at each other and they huddled together, trying to make sense of
what was happening.

"What's going on?" Ein asked, his voice a low whisper.

"I don't know," Orin replied.

"It's like everyone has forgotten about us, about what happened last night."

Zarr growled,

"This doesn't feel right. Something strange is at work here." Orin added.

The three of them approached a group of villagers, hoping to jog their memories.

"Excuse me," Ein began.

"Do you remember us? We were here last night, performing magic tricks and chasing pies?"

The villagers looked at each other, confusion written on their faces.

"I'm sorry, sir," one of them finally spoke up.

"I don't remember seeing you before. Are you lost?"

Ein let out a sigh, frustration evident in his voice.

"How could they forget? It was just last night."

Orin's eyes narrowed as he considered their situation.

"I think we're dealing with something more than just forgetfulness. I have a feeling magic is
involved in this."

Ein nodded, his eyes shining with determination.

"We'll find out what's going on and make things right."

Frustrated and desperate for answers, Orin, Zarr, and Ein decided to investigate further. They
began to notice that every night, the villagers would become lively and filled with joy, just as
they had the previous night.

But every morning, they would be strangers again, with no memory of the events that had
taken place.

Determined to find out what was happening, the three adventurers snuck into the village at
night and watched from a distance.

To their surprise, they saw a mysterious figure entering the village and casting a spell. The
spell seemed to be the cause of the villagers' memories disappearing every morning.

"That must be the source of this strange magic," whispered Orin to his companions.
Ein unsheathed his sword, ready to take on the hooded figure, but Orin stopped him.

"We need to be careful, we don't know what kind of magic we're dealing with."

The three of them followed the mysterious figure to a nearby temple, where they saw them
perform a ritual. Orin studied the spell, trying to understand its purpose, while Zarr and Ein
stood guard.

Suddenly, the mysterious figure turned around, sensing their presence.

"Who are you and what do you want?" the mysterious figure demanded, their voice cold and
menacing.

Orin stepped forward, his staff glowing with magic.

"We are here to find out what is happening to this village. We believe you have something to
do with it."

The mysterious figure chuckled.

"You're a clever one, aren't you? Very well, I'll tell you what you want to know. But first, you
must promise not to interfere with my ritual."

Orin agreed, and the mysterious figure revealed that they were a witch who was performing a
spell every night to keep the village happy.

The spell was meant to be temporary, but something had gone wrong and the memories were
now disappearing every morning.

"I've been trying to fix the spell, but I don't have the power to do it alone. I need your help,"
the witch told Orin.
Orin thought for a moment, and then agreed to help the witch fix the spell. Together, they
performed the ritual and successfully fixed the spell, bringing back the memories of the
villagers.

Orin and the witch worked together in the dimly lit forest, surrounded by flickering candles
and the sounds of nature. They recited ancient spells and incantations, the words echoing
through the trees.

"The spell is unravelling," the witch warned,

"We must act quickly."

Orin nodded, his eyes fixed on the pages of his spell book. He reached out and grabbed a
handful of herbs, tossing them into the flame.

"By the power of the elements, I call upon the spirits of the earth, air, fire, and water. Help us
mend the broken spell and restore balance to this village."

As he spoke the words, the candles flickered brighter, and the wind began to pick up. Orin
and the witch continued their incantations, the energy in the air growing more and more
intense with each passing moment.

"It's working," the witch said, her eyes wide.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. The wind died down, and the candles returned
to their normal flicker. Orin and the witch looked at each other, both sensing the change in
the air.

They made their way back to the village, anxious to see the results of their work. As they
approached, they noticed a strange quietness in the air.

But as they entered the village, they were met with a sight they never expected.

The villagers were gathered, all with confused expressions on their faces. They looked at
Orin and the witch, as if trying to remember something just beyond their reach.
And then, as if a dam had broken, memories flooded back into the minds of the villagers.
They remembered their laughter and their joy, and the three travellers who had come into
their lives. The witch then disappeared, leaving behind a grateful village and three
adventurers with a sense of accomplishment.

“Thank you, sorcerer. Thank you. Hopefully we shall meet again.”