Logan and Vanya stopped in front of Fokil's workshop. There was a loud banging sound from inside, as usual. The dwarf man never seemed to rest and always worked hard every time Logan came to this place.
"Please come in, kid." Fokil's voice was heard from inside.
Logan opened the door, and the sensation of the high air temperature instantly made his skin warmer than the snowy air outside.
Logan stepped in, followed by Vanya beside him.
"Are you okay already?"
"Hey, Mr. Fokil. Yes, I'm all right."
Fokil turned to the two people who came into his room. He looked at Vanya for a moment, then put down what he held.
"She is Pan." Logan turned to Vanya and introduced her.
"Hi, Ms. Pan." Fokil raised his head and looked at Vanya for a moment. Then he turned his attention back and cleaned up the things around him.
