Allowing everyone to discuss their next course of action, Brandon and Amelia returned to the forest under the gist of unpacking their camp.
"Carl, you'll go with Amelia. I'll set up a place for you to live and provide you with daily necessities."
"Uh…."
"No. You can't live with her."
Brandon solemnly stated with no hesitation.
Brandon turned his head and looked at the little elven girl–who looked back at him with her wide eyes.
"And you, Aurelia."
"....?"
"Can you do something about your ears?"
"...."
"We'll have to enter the human domain. If they find out you're an elf…."
"I think I can do something…."
Brandon was aware.
This was not the first time that elves descended in this plain.
'In another progression, that is.'
There, he could see some elven folks, morphing their figures. In particular, the color of their hair, eyes, and ears.
