Livelywood strolled slowly with a fascinated expression through the House of Slumdon. Along the way, he passed the flower garden, which Yara had devotedly been tending to for the past few months, and the blooms of different colors appeared to be flourishing in abundance.
On that day, he once again wanted to confirm that Broken was still working on the weapon he had requested from him, as each time he arrived at the workshop, he never found Broken there.
"Is it possible that he has forgotten to work on my weapon again?" Livelywood asked in a hopeful tone.
"Mr. Livelywood...."
Suddenly, he heard a jubilant voice emanating from the garden. When he glanced up, he saw Yara, her orange locks bouncing as she bounded towards him with a beaming face.
"Good morning, Mr. Livelywood," she exclaimed cheerily. "Are you in search of Lord Broken?" she inquired, her smile just as radiant as the morning sun.
"Ah ha ha..."