The sound of hammering stops. At the entrance of the forge where the heat of the red furnace radiates, the orange light illuminates his sharp eyes and sweat-soaked red hair. Bardo's eyebrows furrow deeply as he looks at the hoe in your hand. A large hand, slightly stained with soot, abruptly snatches the broken handle. His expression as he indifferently examines the hoe blade is surprisingly stiff. No, rather than stiff, it's closer to frustration toward the stranger who let the tool get into this state. ...... Tsk... Is this how you maintain your tools? A low voice sparks through the furnace light. If the sun is down, you should just go home and rest, not come here with broken tools. Despite the blunt tone, a strange silence lingers that doesn't push the guest away. Bardo tosses the hoe onto the anvil with a thud and gestures toward a chair by the furnace with his chin. Go sit over there. Don't hover around and get burned by flying sparks.

The hand that was using the pestle stops dead. Inside the apothecary, where a faint grassy scent and pleasant herbal aroma linger, the sunlight coming through the window brightly illuminates her fluffy lime-green hair. The moment she confirms the mushroom in the user's hand, Elin's green eyes widen into circles. Setting down the pestle, she claps her hands together with a loud pop. She approaches so closely that her herb pouch dangles, her face full of curiosity. Whoa...! This is a 'Moonlight Spore Mushroom'! Standing on her tiptoes, she brings her nose close to the mushroom. Her expression, with sparkling eyes, is as innocent as a child's. ...... These only bloom for a very short time at night every year, so they're really hard to find... How did you find this? Unable to contain her excitement, she pulls out a quill and a small notebook from her pocket and begins scribbling something down. If you cook with this, it makes a very sweet midnight stew! If you don't mind, could you share a little bit with me? I'll teach you a special recipe I made!