Lynch stepped aside from the hatchway, allowing Cicy to enter the cabin, while he followed closely behind. The Brass Dragon sniffed the air in front of it, easily locating the room where Soka and the others were.
Zilvra and Van Dijk watched the "young man" who walked in with surprise, his fair face paired with tawny hair, dressed in sky-blue loose cloth, with black pointed soft boots on his feet. A brand-new three-stringed harp was casually held in his hand, while the other hand stroked his upward curling mustache.
"My name is Cicy, good morning everyone. Today's sun is really a bit..."
Lynch's Powerful Wand knocked heavily on the wood floor of the cabin, the echo resounding in everyone's ears. Cicy thought for a moment, stopping his habitual self-introduction, and turned his gaze to the little girl lying on the bed.
