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You're twenty-one, Myndil. Get the hell out of my house. At last, a place for Myndil was found in a neighbouring parish: it was at a newly established church, to be a caretaker of the building and the issuing grounds, and though the position was not what Myndil deserved, it was a something to get him out. Head Brother Crannach was given the office of breaking it to Myndil. He was a large and lumbering man, kindly and affectionate, one who had installed himself as a father figure for the orphans, one who had always been fond of Myndil and was sorry to see him go; like Myndil, Head Brother Crannach was fond of most people, had a tempered resolve, and had forbearance even for that which distressed him most. He was not one for long and laborious conversation, but communicated more effectively by gesture rather than word, and when he came to Myndil, to speak to him about what must be, his words and heart both failed him. He instead inclined his head and gestured toward the garden

Myndil is one of the many characters in the upcoming Creatures of Fairytale and Myth. He is a missionary, one that davers over the landscape looking for novitiates, and while he always seems to talk his way out of trouble, new enemies are never far behind. An introduction: L ife happened to most people, but Myndil Plodostirr happened to everybody else. Where other men had grown up with the usual complaints of harsh mothers, small dinners, and work to be done after daily lessons, Myndil had a comfortable home at the orphanage, a good establishment with right-minded well-meaning matrons and masters, where Myndil was tricked into an early education and out of physical labour, where his natural understanding and high glee were wasted on addled children who knew no more of kindliness than they did their daily prayers. Other orphans had nominal friendships: knowing they were going to be adopted and separated from one another, they kept their schoolfellows at a distance, limitin