A soft wind blew as the midnight sky began to change, welcoming the early morning clouds.
Butterflies flapped their wings as they jolted from the branches of the trees outside the fence, hovering over the fence and moving toward the three people standing by the gate, yawning.
Oin moved forward, clenched his right fist, and slammed it on the door they stood behind.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound vibrated from the door and echoed in the space behind the door, which sounded hollow in Oin's ears.
Two minutes after the knocks came, footsteps echoed from the other side. And when the locks of the door clicked, a six-foot lady opened the door and stood there, folding her arms on her huge breasts.
Oin stared at her, his mind reeling for the first time seeing a lady having the same posture of a city person. He swallowed when the lady blinked, staring at him.
"How may I help you?"
