It wasn't unusual for Belthazor to guide Chris around, especially in the mornings when he had trouble getting himself awake. That was just kind of expected from the creature that was bound to him, a sort of give and take for the unspoken contract formed at Chris's birth. He mumbled to himself, moving his hands to wipe them on his sleep pants before shuffling out of bed to the pile of arranged clothing.

"They want us to search their farms for disturbances, don't they?" he asked. The tasks were jumbled up in his head and he didn't really expect Belthazor to care, either, but it was the act of conversation that helped him get going. "Something like that. Shouldn't be too hard. Anything that takes up a seat in a farm won't be a match for you."