The night quickly passed by, and the morning came. Tens of full carriages lined up at the village's entrance, getting ready to travel across the land to the elvish kingdom.
"Why the elvish kingdom?" A man sighed, his breath freezing in the cold.
"Baron's Arad wife is an elf, that's why," A woman replied, "They said he's going to take care of getting us there and back."
"Can he really move us all?"
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As the people talked, they saw Arad walking out carrying a massive mirror, reflecting the faint sunlight coming through the clouded sky.
"What is he doing?"
"Who knows?"
Arad walked toward the street and looked back. Gojo walked after him with a massive shovel, pushing the snow out of the way with one scrap.
Thud! Arad put the mirror down, making sure to push it down until the lower frame got completely buried.
"The wooden frames are here," Jack walked in, dragging long wooden beams.
