A Sweet Dream

The Cerebellum

After having walked for what felt like ages, they arrived at the opening in the mountains and passed through. They stepped outside the grass valley and instantly found themselves on farmland. Looking around the only thing they could see was crops, fenced in farm-animals, barns and granaries. They could see hundreds of people tending the ground. They were all discussing on what to do:

"I suggest inquiring with the locals of our whereabouts and which direction we must walk in to arrive to our respective homes." The Scholar suggested.

"I agree with that." The Doctor said, "Maybe we can even help them out in return."

"These serfs must indeed help us if I ask them to, without needing a thing in return. That is the order of things. As it always was, as it always will be. That is the divine order of society." The Nobleman said.

"I reckon they would help us just 'cause we need it, not because of this divine bullshit of yours." The Soldier said.

The Spy just remained silent in this, giving them all the side eye. They approached a local and began speaking to him:

"Greetings serf! I, your dutiful master, require your help for my divine quest to return to my homeland. Aid me, and I shall leave your head on your neck."

The others looked at him in pure shock, not believing The Nobleman actually said that. All except The Soldier. The Soldier just looked at the farmer. The dirty face, the tears in the clothes, limbs covered in mud and dirt.

The Soldier could feel the adrenaline rush through his body. He began breathing heavily. Rubbing his forehead with one hand as he tried calming himself down, taking one breath at a time.

"Are you okay?" The Doctor gently whispered in his ear, having noticed.

"Yeah I'm fine." He replied, trying to give a reassuring look.

The farmer looked at The Nobleman with great offense, before seeming to recognize everyone.

"You're all the group that they warned us about!" He shouted with a smile.

"They warned you about?" The Spy and The Scholar asked in unison.

"Yes, yes, oh yes! You're all here to help us, right? You're all here to help us with our predicament, right?"

"Now hold on." The Spy began, "We're just trying to get back home. We didn't agree to anything."

"No, no, the gods told us about you. Or at least they told our king, but still! You need to go to the capital of the kingdom and talk to our king!"

"Yes, bring us to the other nobility of this land. I'm sure they will help us in our divine quest." The Nobleman said. They began talking with each other about this. The Doctor approached the farmer and inspected the leg wrapped in something. There was one other strange thing about the man. The farmer had a wound his leg, but there was some sort of metal box being slightly revealed by the wound itself.

"What's wrong with your leg?" she asked.

"Oh nothing. I scraped it against the ground and the wound got infected, but the ground isn't going to tend it itself."

"Hold on, I can help you with that." The Doctor said as she pulled something out of her bag. She pulled out an antibiotic spray and fresh bandages. She unwrapped the wound. It was dripping with pus and dirt. The soaked a cloth in an alcohol solution and cleaned the wound before spraying it and wrapping it in new bandage. It took more than an hour, but the wound was set to heal.

"Thank you lady, but I can't pay you for this."

"Don't worry, I never expected you to. I'm a doctor, my life is devoted to helping those I can." She said with a smile.