"Hmph!"
The old woman let out a cold snort, tapping her dragon head walking stick on the ground.
Thud!
With a muffled sound, snowflakes splattered everywhere.
It didn't seem to exert much force, yet the ground suddenly exploded, and a figure swiftly darted out, revealing a small silhouette.
This was a dwarf, about the height of a child but with an adult form, head large and chin small, strikingly resembling a radish head.
His head was styled with two skyward braids, and his face was painted like a clown.
The old woman casually drew out a dry tobacco pipe from her waist and tapped it three times on the clown's head.
The clown did not resist, his head shrinking with each tap, like being hit like a yam, and a foolish smile was plastered on his face.
"What a foul mouth."
The old woman chuckled, "I merely said they played tricks, not that we can't find these people."
