Kalanfor, outskirts.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing unknown wildflowers to sway softly. Their delicate petals appeared especially vibrant against the backdrop of surrounding greenery.
The mushrooms at the edge of the wall had grown two rings larger than before, and upon closer observation, one could notice that on either side of their roots, two clusters of tiny fungi had sprouted.
It was still the same small wooden house nestled within the flowerbeds.
Quiet, peaceful.
Today, after the half orc and the young adventurer from a month ago, it welcomed another guest.
A barbarian with a burly frame and rugged features.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Frogon gently rapped on the door, dislodging grass clippings from his arm, which wafted down onto the stone steps in front of him.
From behind the door came the sound of slow, heavy footsteps.
Creak—
The hinges grated, emitting a piercing sound.
A haggard, stooped elder slowly opened the door.
