"Then quietly follow me to my place. And know this: I am the best blacksmith in here; what am I ?" The man looked at Ben, expecting a response.
"Yes, sir, you are the best blacksmith in here!" Ben didn't know what he was saying; he just said it either way. Just then he noticed people dressed the same as that old man, looking at Ben with a smirk or pity.
But Ben didn't have time to notice very much; even with light magic, his foot was burning like walking on a concrete roof in the summer. He just awoke and followed the old man towards the edge of the field, further narrowing down to a small, room-sized cave.