Rastlin woke up. 'Ohh... what happened?' he moaned.

Josh was standing over Rastlin with his staff raised up. 'We got beat,' he said.

'WHAT!' said Rastlin, jumping up and almost falling over the edge.

'Whoa, careful,' said Josh, catching him by his shirt collar.

'Where are we?' asked Rastlin.

'The ceiling grid,' said Josh.

'Eeep!' said Rastlin. He had never quite got the hang of heights. It wasn't that he was scared or anything like that; he just didn't like them. 'What are we doing up here,' said Rastlin now calm.

'I'm getting some money for enough supplies for three weeks.'

'Wow, three weeks!' said Rastlin.

'Yeah, but that includes the two weeks of the tournament, so it's more like one.'

'So what are you doing to earn money?' asked Rastlin.

'Shield wall for the arena. I even got them to rotate us to wherever team X is fighting.'

'Cool, but don't the wall magicians usually work for free?' asked Rastlin.

'Did you forget that I can make up for about five average magicians?' said Josh.

'Oh I see, some guys called in sick, huh?'

'I guess you can say that, except it was their friends that called for them, since they were six feet under.'

'... oh,' said Rastlin. 'Don't tell me what happened. Really, don't.'

'Okay,' said Josh, continually keeping the barrier raised.

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