Zavim was walking back to his homestead. Having spent the day out looking for a wolf that had been plaguing his flock for a few weeks. A wand strapped to the outside of his thigh. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he hadn’t found the wolf. He would have to try again. After a meal and rest. 
His careful gait carried him through the woods back to his humble estate. A small paddock and half a dozen sheep. He thought about the meal Josephine would have prepared for him. He hoped it was something hearty. Something that would help fuel him up. His wife was always a good cook. Almost instinctively sniffing the air, almost as if trying to discern what his wife was cooking in the distance. His nostrils filled with a familiar stench. His stomach dropped. His mind went from food and rest to worry. While he was expecting to smell the woodlands, instead he smelled smoke. His pace quickened. His breathing laboured as he pushed himself to return to his wife. 

Bursting through the tree line, he saw his homestead up in flames. A group of guards standing out front bearing his wife. Trying to interrogate her. He felt rage fill his heart. 

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(Present Day) 
He started awake. His dream all to real. He had trouble sleeping. Partly because he lay in a cold metal cage. Partly because in the space of a few days his whole life had been uprooted. His hand started to his outer thigh, instinctively searching for a wand. Still groggy, he was still getting his bearings. 
As his heart rate began to slow again, it all came rushing back. The guards arriving at his homestead, beating his wife. The fight that ensued. Getting captured and imprisoned. Being scheduled for execution. A fluke falling star being mistaken for an omen. The church vying for exemption. The law vying for his death. 
So, here he sat, in a prisoner transport, heading to Cendana. Where he would be forced to join an expedition to investigate the fallen object.