It was like most towns in the Provence. A small church, tavern, smithy, tannery, cobbler, dairy and loose assortment of houses around a crossroad of hard packed dirt surrounded by farms. Green fields and gentle hills extended under the blue sky doted with lonely fluffy white clouds like roaming cattle. The hard packed streets had carts travelling to and from farms, riders making trips to other townships, and a small crowd of children gathered around a shabby looking person.
There was one difference today however. Today, it was where Morgan found himself. Standing 5'2" he was only a head taller than the oldest children. With short cut black hair, brown eyes, and clad in well worn peasant's tunic and trousers he didn't stand out from the crowd, but still the children gathered around watched transfixed. He chewed a the bottom of a piece of straw as he spoke. His voice gentle, careful and deliberate, very unlike the fast talking snake oil salesmen travellers would normally cross paths with.
"You there!" He pointed at a small child who had obviously been playing in the dirt earlier and was covered in dust. "The marvellous powers granted to me by my birth, under the light of a new star, can command even the small amount of earth on your body. Behold!"
With a series of flourishes and some unrecognizable words the boy began to sparkle and the dirt disappeared from his clothing hands and feet. The sparkling subsided and Morgan spoke once more.
"No bath for you today my friend!"
The children cheered and shook their newly cleaned friend in excitement, some beginning to to push their way to the front to be next. Seeing them surge forward Morgan raised his hands.
"Stay back as I pull fire from the very air itself."
The crowd began to back away as Morgan made the same set of movements and strange words. Orange glowing lights appeared above the children moving like a flock of birds above them. Morgan lowered his arms, looking tired from the effort.
"My powers have left me drained. Thank you all for watching the exploits of Morgan the Magnificent, and remember, the power to help others it the greatest of all!"
He bows and produces a small empty sack from seemingly nowhere and holds it out. A few of the children drop in a copper coin or two before they all hurry off to share the tale of Morgan the Magnificent.