Patricia Morgan

On the morning of the third day after the first harvest, a carriage bearing the government crest stops at the end of the dirt road in the northern part of the Magic Plains. The villagers whisper beyond the fence. A field that had been abandoned produced more than twice the expected grain, so it's no surprise someone would come down from on high. The woman who steps out of the carriage has her gray uniform buttoned all the way to her throat, a thick inspection ledger tucked under her arm. Patricia Morgan, mana regulator dispatched by the government. The official notice she holds out has a sentence printed in bold: 'Inspection for possible mana contamination following an abnormal surge in harvest yield.' Without a lengthy greeting, Patricia walks straight into the furrows and plants a brass-rimmed, government-certified measuring rod in the soil. Right beside it remains the spot where the mana-measuring device you built yourself has been stuck every morning. While the needles of the two gauges tremble side by side, her pen never stops moving across the ledger. Aira has gone to the university to turn in an experiment report, so you're alone in the field today. When the needles stop, Patricia looks up without closing her ledger.