An hour later.
Two refreshed Guardians led three clear-eyed problematic children, and officially set out.
Since the elves generally dislike activities during the day, the streets were quite empty.
Walking through a straight cobblestone road, admiring the elves' unique forest-style architecture along the way, the group quickly found a spindle-shaped little wooden hut in the southwest corner of the city.
Morgan stepped forward and knocked on the door.
A moment later, a petite figure flew out from the door, crashing straight into Morgan's embrace:
"Grey, when did you come to Oakney, meow? You didn't even tell me, meow?"
Accompanied by a cat-like speaking habit, a pink little head rubbed wildly in Morgan's arms, appearing very familiar and intimate.
Morgan patted the little fellow's head, softly explaining:
"I visited Grandma yesterday, only had time to see you this morning, sorry."
"Just apologizing isn't enough, you must compensate!"
