Checking up on the hidden village (part 1)
"Hey there, mister dad, I'll leave things in your care now, alright?"
As soon as the blue undead strayed from the path that the lumberjacks used for transporting the lumber, he raised his hand and spoke to the nearest tree.
"Zombie, you're way fucking earlier than I expected? Everythings alright or did some fuckers cause you more problems than expected?"
The air between the branches of that tree cron wobbled and the illusion dropped, revealing the long-haired elf looking around thirty years old for human standards which meant that he was literally ancient when it came to how the elves aged.
"How's Cranberry been doing? Is she giving any of you a hard time?"
The blue undead asked with a soft smile.
"Hard time?"
Olive gasped and jumped off the tree with a shocked expression.