The atmosphere around Rossga Castle, that is the significant outward manifestation of this world's judgments and powers.
And not long ago, they ran out from the realm of evil with Radagast.
Lann believed that with this well-meaning but slightly eccentric Old Wizard, they had established a foundation of trust.
So, some matters could be openly discussed.
"That's how it is."
Lann leaned his back against the tall and firm body of the Qilin, arms crossed, telling the story.
"We first encountered a wild old willow tree along the way, then Tom Bombadil intervened. He entertained us, and then after entertaining us, he kicked us here with one foot."
"To be honest, I'm still a bit confused now."
The mysterious and eccentric Old Wizard listened intently, even though he couldn't help but be drawn to the primal form of the Qilin once its armor was removed, he mostly understood.
"Tom... Tom Bombadil..."
He muttered repeatedly at the corner of his mouth, the name Lann mentioned.
