Village of Protecting Time
Tristan smiled. It felt like it had been almost an entire year since he had visited this place. Looking around the small hut, he noticed a familiar, yet recognizeable Monferno. Tristan waved to the small creature. Hey there, little one. Nice to see you again.
Tristan looked around the room again. Orena? Orena's mom? Are you there? He even scoured the room for the little girl, who wasn't there either. Mabye Tristan was missing something?
He shrugged. I guess I'll find them somewhere else.
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