<p>Sovian was relishing the evening, perched on an old wooden chair within his simple mud-brick abode, leisurely sipping tea he had prepared and diving into the latest scroll he'd added to his collection. It was a manual on how to craft leather footwear—a trade he had no use for, yet it served as an agreeable pastime.</p> <p>The melodies of gentle flutes and the exuberant laughter of the nymphs elicited a faint smile from him as he perused the scroll. The nymphs might not be the brightest and their grasp of the common language was limited, but they embraced him as if he were kin... and Sovian indulged in the fantasy of being part of their family... Even though the flutes hinted at something more mischievous.</p> <p>A peculiar noise drew Sovian's attention, and he cocked his head, his keen ears picking up the sound. Amidst the nymphs' revelry, a strange voice could be heard. Rising, he approached the simple window and gazed out.</p> <p>The nymphs, their ebony-hued skin and hair resembling wet clay, were circling an unusual individual. Sovian's keen vision noted the details: Slightly elongated ears, striking looks... A fae.</p> <p>A wave of contempt surged within Sovian... The nerve of such a being interrupting his tranquil haven!</p> <p>Approaching the entrance, Sovian opened his door wider to better grasp the scene. The nymphs were eagerly removing a stone from the newcomer's grasp, their excitement palpable. Spotting Sovian, some called out for him to join them outside his dwelling.</p> <p>He proceeded, traversing the muddy terrain. As he came closer, the stranger's visage became clearer. They appeared bewildered, somewhat entertained, clearly unaware of the consequences of relinquishing the stone.</p> <p>&quot;Hold onto it,&quot; Sovian uttered abruptly, catching the stranger's gaze as they turned in surprise. Sovian gestured towards the burly earth nymph before him, &quot;It's going to lead to trouble. Do not surrender the stone.&quot;</p>