'Last night, in a hazy state, I dreamt I saw... two wintergourds?'
Aaron Sinclair gently tapped his temple and muttered to himself, "Two wintergourds? What the hell? What a weird dream."
He had seen the wintergourds sprout long, slender arms and legs, with hands that were just two-pronged claws. The gourds had eyes and mouths, could talk, and looked just like wintergourds that had come to life.
Shaking his head slightly, Aaron Sinclair found himself amused by his own dream. 'Where in the world would you ever find something so bizarre?'
Just then, the butler's voice came from outside the door.
"Young Master, are you awake?"
Hearing the voice, Aaron Sinclair lifted his gaze to the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open. He glanced over and saw the butler enter first, followed by two young maids. They held trays on which clothing was neatly arranged.
The butler stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
