"Where's your family? Why did you walk alone to my house?" Anzel asked in a bit of a panic. The old man immediately ordered Avery in.
It was already night and all the villagers' houses had their doors closed. But Avery instead walked alone to the village chief's house.
Of course Anzel was very surprised. He invited Avery into his warm home.
Winter this month is almost over. Three weeks passed and Avery was now able to walk normally.
Avery sat in a comfortable wooden chair. And Anzel immediately handed him a bamboo glass filled with a warm drink. "Thank you," said Avery.
Anzel nodded. The man sat across from Avery and wore a warm, thick fur coat. "What brings you here? It's late, Avery. How are you?"
"Ah, I'm fine. I just can't move fast and run yet. I'm here to explain who I really am to you. But wait, what should I call you?"
Anzel chuckled softly. "You can just call me by my name. I'd love it if you called me that."
"Anzel?"
