The wandering man settled his bill and hurriedly entered the Elpaxin Artisan Association. The floor of the hall was covered with a thick red carpet and scattered with flower petals, a sight he hadn't seen during his last visit.
Just as he crossed through the crowd, the wandering man heard someone calling his name.
"Mr. Wandering Man, over here! Thank heavens, you've finally arrived!" a jolly Dwarf Lady waved at him enthusiastically. She was somewhat plump, and her wrinkles were all bunched up together: "By Rotas above, I heard your shuttle was delayed, I should have sent someone to pick you up. But you wouldn't believe how many endless tasks there are here, I've been completely swamped all morning."
"Here I am, Miss Aisha," the wandering man said as he opened his arms and warmly embraced the Dwarf Lady who had jogged a little on her way: "You haven't changed a bit, and it's been half a year since I last saw you. Oh no, if anything, you've grown younger, my lady."
