In the training ground of the village, Garnt found himself surrounded by Aunt Ayra's loving family. There was Aunt Ayra herself, the matriarch of the household, with her youngest son, Kiriah, and her daughter, Kara, who happened to be two years younger than Garnt.
Aunt Ayra's voice was filled with gratitude as she spoke, her eyes glistening with emotion while wiping the sweat she made after all the training. "Garnt, we can't thank you enough for all you've done. You've shown us the path to becoming more human, and without you, we might still be living like animals in those caves."
Garnt chuckled heartily at her words, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Oh, Aunt, you give me too much credit. Don't worry so much. You also saved me several times."
