A cargo ship had moored early at the shore, and as he approached, the boatman unloaded boxes of supplies.
"Mr. Karl, this is this month's..."
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Carl waved his hand, "Just sleep-deprived. A bit of rest will do."
"That's good." The boatman was also a Wizard Apprentice, albeit one with a very low Level of Wizard Talent, hence he took up the delivery job within the Swamp Alliance.
"Have you heard?"
Assuming Carl's lack of rest was related to the recent news, he casually said, "Deep in the Black Swamp, there lives a group of ancient toxic crocodiles, including two mutants. They're said to be formidable Legendary Creatures. Many explorers have fallen victim, and even an Official Wizard died at the jaws of a toxic crocodile before the trouble was finally resolved."
"Alas!"
He sighed, "Sometimes having too great a Wizard Talent isn't necessarily a good thing. Doing honest work like me keeps me out of danger."
Hmm?
