Paul. Bro.
This line, from Paul's thoughts: "Trust Julia to get kidnapped to a place without buses,"
("he thought sourly," 67)
Buddy. You need to get some character development pronto, or I'll just hate you forever.
They're at the inn, whatever, and basically it's a crazy stag party for three days. Really, they just party for three days. They give Pual beer. Really, guys?
Then finally the innkeeper's like, Paul, you should totally go climb up the mountain alone now and go find the Wise. I can't tell you why or how I know.
So over the hills he goes, whining all the way wah wah wah about how he hates climbing,
and finally we get to the wise! I like this guy a lot. Basically Paul finds this old guy planting cabbages. Paul thinks this is super unexpected, but meanwhile I'm thinking, "Wow. Gardening as metaphor for life. Gardener. Growing things. God images. Nope, all this sounds about right." So I guess Paul just isn't aware of the stereotype.
The old guy says the kind of advice Paul needs is worth 80 planted cabbages, so Paul has to plant those. I really, really like this guy, and not just because he puts Paul in his place. (There's a great line where Paul is like, I never even let my Dad make me weed in the garden before, and I'm just like, Paul you little wimp, get on the ground and save your frigging sister.)
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