Root-Whisper Forest.
A dreary rain was falling, and the forest air was thick with the sweltering humidity unique to summer. The awful weather seemed to portend that this deal would not go as smoothly as expected.
Inside Old Bloom's farmhouse, after hearing the trade proposition from Arthur, the old Undead had hastily departed in the rain, saying he was going to fetch someone who could make the decision.
The crude wooden door of the farmhouse was only pushed open again when the patter of the drizzling rain began to subside.
The first thing to come into view was a broad leaf used as a makeshift umbrella, followed by the Elf Mage, Ithilien, who walked in.
She gently shook the raindrops from the leaf. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing briefly on the Undead Knight Arthur before finally landing on the Slime perched on his shoulder.
She touched her hand to her chest and gave a slight nod. "Greetings, Slime Lord."
The little Slime wobbled up and down in response.
