"Welcome home, Sir Ollie," an old woman's voice said as the villagers began to cluster around the wagon. "Your people have missed you," Old Nan chuckled as she walked forward, her intricately carved wooden cane clicking on the stone pavers of the village square as she led the others forward.
"I was only gone for a few days, Old Nan," Ollie said bashfully, placing a hand awkwardly behind his neck as he realized that even more villagers had paused their evening activities to watch or wander over to the carriage and its occupants. "Um, this is Lady Ashlynn, the Mother of Trees," he said, quickly turning to provide introductions.
"And this is Lady Heila, the Willow Witch," he added as the diminutive witch stepped out of the carriage, followed by Virve's powerful figure. "And Lady Virve," he added. "She, um, she'll be the Oak Witch in the future, so please, grant her the same honors you would grant to me."
