The sage pulled Oliver outside behind him.
As soon as they stepped out of the house, Oliver squinted under the harsh sunlight.
The sun was high in the sky, the wind drifting between the surrounding trees.
Trees with leaves carrying a mix of orange, green, and brown.
The village around them was alive, with people walking, working, whispering.
Oliver immediately pushed the sage's hand away, his brows tight and his face tense.
"What exactly is going on here?"
The sage turned to him.
"We're in a village now."
Oliver looked around.
"Amazing. I hadn't noticed. Now can you tell me how we got here?"
The sage waved his hand in irritation.
"Listen, I'll explain briefly. Apparently a large beast attacked us. That masked man died during the fight. A hunter from the village witnessed everything, found us unconscious, and called the villagers to help."
Oliver struggled to process what he'd heard.
"Wait, are you serious?"
"Yes. Why are you so shocked?"
