Wyatt Thorne and the others watched the line of white mist appear before them. The tinkling and clanging sounds coming from within still felt magical.
"Our Island Master is certainly a woman of action. She always does what she says she's going to do."
Wyatt Thorne smiled and said, "That's a good thing. At least the Island Master isn't just leaving us to fend for ourselves on this island. She's doing her best so we can all live the way we used to in Veridia."
"Village Chief, once more people arrive tomorrow, we'll probably have to start calling you Town Mayor."
"You little rascal, making fun of an old man like me. You should be more concerned about how your parents are going to get home later."
"Ah, Village Chief, this won't take too long, will it?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? The residential complex across from us has been under construction for days now."
"Ah! What do I do then?! Should I just start walking around this misty road now?"
