In a quaint little hut nestled deep on the right side of the main village, Rona sat with her parents, their faces bathed in the warm glow of a bonfire. The room was filled with the soothing sound of crackling firewood, and a sense of comfort enveloped them, as they took their ate all the delicious meal Rona brought with her.
Rona's mother, her eyes filled with concern, asked, "How have you been, dear? Are you feeling any better?"
Rona nodded and replied with a small smile, "Yes, Mother, thanks to Garnt, things have been much better lately. I'm officially going to be his underling and I can't help but feel that is the purpose of my life."
Her father chimed in, his voice filled with gratitude, "Indeed, Garnt has been a blessing. We owe him a great debt to see all these new inventions. I feel like my young blood is screaming to help this young man and learn from him."
