Bren stood at his counter, carving a wooden figurine. Because his toys were primitive compared to the high-tech toys on the market, customers rarely visited his store. Whenever the large bell on his door rang, he was pleased someone showed interest in his handmade toys. The toys he crafted were his pride and joy.
As he carved the tiny wooden toy, the bell on his door rang. He looked up to see who had entered. The three young dimensional heirs had returned. This made him smile.
He couldn't help but smile widely, seeing the boys come in. Each time, they brought him news of Draco Town. Their presence allowed him to write back and forth with his sister. If they hadn't come in for the toys before, he would never have been able to reconnect with his sister.
