Michael flew through the slew of organic, powdery confetti flying through the skyline of the Elven village, and eventually arrived on the front steps of Lady Farren's quaint cabin.
With a knock on the door, he let himself in and saw a busy Elf surrounded by even more busy bodies.
As soon as the door creaked open, they turned their heads towards his direction.
Their eyes glistened with awe and adoration as they recognized his face.
"Sir Keo!"
"Sir Keo! You've awoken!"
"Our hero!"
Michael was once again besieged by the Elves on all sides. They became so rowdy at his presence that he could barely even understand what they were talking about. They talked over each other like a bunch of small birds chirping for another worm.
"Okay, okay, settle down," Lady Farren commanded. "I'll handle this."
She forcefully pushed the crowd of overly-enthusiastic Elves out of her house, leaving her alone with Michael. Finally, they could both heave a sigh of relief.
"What was that?"
