When Mira expressed her thoughts, Greg found it difficult to disagree with her logic, particularly because the hammock was so comfortable and the night air was pleasant. Greg let himself drift off, half-asleep, while Mira kept trying to feed him every cake on the plate.
The sounds of the workshop came through the open windows, and they were familiar and soothing. Bork's hammering was muffled, Seraphine would sometimes shout out in surprise, and Elwen would hum softly as she worked.
The feeling felt like a nostalgic thing for him now because the atmosphere was exactly what he had hoped for when he first got to Ferndale all those months ago. A calm life, making things that were useful, and being around people who cared about him. No wars, no weapons, and no legendary legacy of destruction that follows him around.
Then he heard it. A sound that broke his peaceful moment like a hammer through glass.
"SENSEI! SENSEI, I NEED YOUR HELP!"
"IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"
