The peaceful days in Greenhollow continued.
Morning sunlight spilled over the rooftops as villagers went about their routines, greeting one another with familiar smiles. The sounds of hammers from the forge, the chatter of merchants, and the laughter of children blended together into a melody that had become surprisingly familiar.
John stood outside the inn, taking it all in.
It had been several weeks since he and his companions arrived in Greenhollow.
Somewhere along the way...
The village had stopped feeling like a temporary stop on their journey.
It had become part of it.
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"You're smiling again."
John looked over his shoulder.
Lythriel stepped outside carrying a basket filled with empty glass bottles.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Am I?"
"Mhm."
"You've been doing that a lot lately."
John let out an amused sigh.
"I never realized everyone paid so much attention to my expressions."
"That's because they used to never change."
He laughed.
"Fair enough."
