"Langda! Someone's here to see you!" Moni shouted over the fence. The fence wasn't meant to block neighbors, but simply to prevent mischievous little animals or children from trampling the turnips planted in the soil. "Hey, come out of your studio, this person is definitely worth meeting!"
A few small heads peeked out of the windows, looking outside. They were too young to remember what Lynch looked like three years ago. However, tall visitors were very rare, and Zilvra, Soka, and Eryies were all so beautiful, reminding them of many beautiful stories in books. They slid down from the chairs they were using as footstools and knocked loudly on Langda's door.
"Who is it?" The old dwarf, wearing thick glasses, came out from inside. He squinted, trying hard to discern the tall figures until the mage solved his problem: "It's me, Lynch!"
