"What about Luke, Zavei?"
The conversation was heard by a group of people who were sitting on the sofa. They sat facing each other, with a girl holding a little boy in her lap. Zavei, who just took a sip of his tea, turned to the girl who was patting Chael's thigh.
"I haven't heard from him again."
Elie nodded in understanding, "So where is he now?"
"He's in Emica Village."
Her eyebrows furrowed, "Emica? What village is that?"
"Have you never heard of the Sword Artisan Village before?"
Elie shook her head, "I just heard about it, what was he doing there then?"
Zavei played with the spoon in his tea, "Learning about sword-making techniques because he wants to become a sword craftsman."
Elie startled, "What a wonderful dream," she amazed.