After a couple of months, Jude was fully recovered from his injuries and well underway studying and experimenting with the skills of Spell Analyst.  His days were joyful and filled with peace, but he wasn’t free of all troubles.

A great storm in the Arkess desert erupted, cutting off the area around Longdale from the Riwa Kingdom as a whole.  This lead to the other lords and nobles near Longdale to seek guidance from Jude.

Jude didn’t like the idea of a throne room, even though one was built for him.  Instead, he received visitors in his workshop where he and Ellie experiments on a vast array of different things.  

Like most of the town, the workshop was a combination of grown trees and traditional human construction.  The floor was solid stone polished smooth in most areas except near the forges.  Crafting stations of all types dotted the room as well as large tables containing many books and scrolls.  The space was large and the ceilings high, so it didn’t feel stuffy regardless of how much was cluttering the room.  In fact, it vaguely reminded Jude of Murl's workshop.

In one corner, there was a table and a few comfy chairs.  Jude was currently meeting with a town lord that neared the Arkess Desert.

“Don’t worry, we will supply grain to you in this time of need,” Jude said to the lord.  “We currently have a surplus of fruits as well that we can send.”

“Lord Jude, my people will forever thank you for your help in this time of dispair.” The lord responded.

“How could I not help when there are others in need.  And please, don’t call me lord.  I have not been given this title.”

“You may not be an official lord, but in the hearts of all the people West of Arkess, you are.  Just the restructure of the newbie area has been a great help to the youths.  But you also have-“

Jude waved his hand cutting the lord off, “I’ve only taken a few small steps to help my fellow man.  It is the least I can do before leaving.”

“You are leaving Lord Jude?” the town lord was surprised.  “I guess it makes sense, someone of your standing can’t stay here.  Perhaps you will be the one to break the level thresh hold finally.”

Jude sighed, disappointed that ‘lord’ was still being used, but was also interested in the fact that the level threshold was brought up once again.

“But how will you get past the sandstorm?” the lord asked.

“It will take some time, but I will find a way,” Jude answered.

The lord left shortly after and Ellie came up to him, “You know you have a perfectly good throne room to accept people like that in.”

“I’m trying to get people to stop calling me Lord Jude all the time.  If I use that room, it will only solidify the title in people’s minds.” He responded with another sigh. 

“Well it’s annoying to have to stop working every time you host someone,” Ellie said with a fake haughty attitude, “Go find somewhere else to host your parties.”

Jude smirked, “I’m pretty sure this is MY workshop, even if I call it ours.”

“Ah, no.  I just let you call it OUR workshop because I feel sorry for you.  But if you insist on keeping up this attitude, you can work somewhere else!”

After a good laugh, they both started working once more.  At level 20, Spell Analyst gains