What's with these Head-Mages?!
As I open my eyes, I am greeted by the peaceful décor of the gorgeous room I am in.
That is when I hear some faint knocks on my door, a moment before my disciple pushes it open. In her arms, she is carrying a nice silver tray with bread and berries on it. There is even one kind that seems to be glowing blue while emanating a faint halo.
"Master, these are Aqua's Tears. Legends say that a long time ago our ancestors were lost sheep wandering the land without a purpose whatsoever. They were weak, they were always running for their lives and they were in a constant state of despair."
[Seems like a lot has changed since then.]