A while later, several clay basins, each a meter wide and filled with seeds soaking in water, stood in front of their bamboo house.
From the far end of the path, the village chief could be seen making his way toward the house. Wina noticed first and quickly stepped beyond the barrier to greet him, making sure the protective spell wouldn't turn him away.
Left in the yard were two figures who weren't quite human, working in silence. The elf crouched by the soaking seeds, while the half-druid seeing over his flourishing herb plot.
Squeekk!
A familiar squeak came from the side. Gara turned just in time to see a small white squirrel leap over the fence and scamper toward him, hopping now and then in excitement.
His hands instinctively opened to catch the fluffy creature.
The white squirrel chirped non-stop, clearly excited. He listened intently.
