The days in Greenhollow passed at an easy pace.
The excitement of the Founder's Day festival had faded, and life had returned to its familiar rhythm.
For John, that rhythm no longer felt strange.
It felt... comfortable.
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After breakfast, the group was preparing to head out for another walk when a knock came at the inn's door.
The innkeeper answered it.
Standing outside was Elder Rowan, carrying a woven basket under one arm.
"Good morning," he greeted with his usual warm smile.
"Morning, Elder," John replied.
"What brings you here?"
The elder chuckled.
"I've come to borrow your friends."
John blinked.
"...Borrow us?"
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A few minutes later, everyone gathered in the common room.
Elder Rowan explained with a smile.
"Every year, after the Founder's Day celebrations, the villagers hold a picnic near Moonbrook Meadow."
"It's nothing formal."
"No speeches."
"No competitions."
"Just families and friends spending the day together."
Lythriel tilted her head.
