Part I - That Ad.
One day while rummaging through some old documents he retrieved an old photograph and suddenly Dr Asa could remember back to his ‘fresher’ years of medicine. The photo was of him standing with a stout jovial man, poorly dressed and hairline suspect. Professor Krohmsten. He was filled with a zest and spunk that wasn’t much like the other smock driven men of his academy. It was probably due to this fact that none of the students took the poor man seriously. “Field work. Field work my dear students is the forefront of all proper discovery, for no man can craft what nature has spent her entire life perfecting.” He would say to them.
But of course, the student’s weren’t amused. They didn’t become healers for the sake of exploration. That’s what explorers were for! See Dr Matterhorns Tales of the North and Beastiary Bundles. No, no, no of course not. These were the minds of laboratories and hospital where –real- progress happened.
Not Asa.
There was something about the man’s sunny disposition that allowed him to ignore his socially retarded incongruence’s, like how he referred to his class as ‘dear students’. Aloft on this memory, Dr Asa reached for a paper on his desk. He rifled through a few pages skimming over the political and criminal distress across Terrenus. Faustus this, Tullin that, etc etc. Eureka! Aeron thought to himself. In a small column near the back end, reporters wrote about Ponkapoag Lake; a fascinating place with serene landscape and a peculiar history.
“Enigma, eh. Strange vibes, eh. Hmm” Asa thought aloud, “Why not.”
Mysterious readings have been recording from locals in the area from off the lake. Fishermen swear a curse is afoot in the depths of the murky deep. All of it was absolutely fascinating, despite its inane references. It was perhaps off a hunch, but the good doctor had his fill with the mundane routine workings of the office. It was time to go exploring.
“Assistant needed!
Strapping yound lad, or lass, willing to assist doctor in forest expedition including, but not limited to: trekking, hiking, climbing, swimming, swimming, singing, scaling, clawing, fighting, camping, floating, flying, fishing, sampling and sleeping.”
Perfect, he thought, and posted it on the Casper town bulletin with a submission in the local paper classified’s.


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