The Meek Shall Inherit

Bajie nodded and chuckled at Meg’s comment about pottering around in the garden. It was good to have a hobby, something where someone could go and clear their head when things get overwhelming or stressful.

I’ve always admired people who can garden, I’m all about the herbs but I’ve never been able to grow anything to save my life, two black thumbs here. He chuckled, he imagined if he could grow things it would be a lot lighter on his pocket for said herbs, but he just didn’t have the skill or patience for such work.

He listened as Megara continued, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as she mentioned the idea of a college or university. That sounds like a wonderful idea, Meg. It could be a great place for Ancients and the new generation to come together, share knowledge, and learn from each other. It would certainly be more fulfilling work than what he’d been doing for his friend Aethra, though probably wouldn’t pay as well, but he had a feeling that he and Meg’s shared interest in herbs might just offset any pay differences.

I think us ancients could learn a thing or two as well from you lot, especially the ones that have woken up in more recent years or months. My protege Flea has only been awake months now, she’s still got a lot of adjusting to do. Waking up twenty years earlier hadn’t been easy, so much had changed, the players, the rules, he’d been lucky and reunited with his friends Aethra and Helvil, they’d helped him adjust, now he hoped to do the same for Flea.