Ivan

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The rainy season should soon be ending, but the downpours continue to drench the earth with tears from pitch-black clouds. Lisa left Ivan's house a couple of weeks ago, joining her family and the rest of the Elkh to begin the Great Sleep that the entire people had been enduring for nearly a decade. After the Elkh's disappearance, the house was utterly deserted, and the silence, cold as the wind blowing the sky's tears diagonally across the room, was broken only by Ivan's conversations with himself. A knock on the door distracted the Captain from the dark thoughts clouding his mind. Weller descended the stairs, the wooden floorboards creaking, and approached the front door, opening it, suppressing a persistent smile at the sight of two familiar silhouettes: Largon and Ennon. The Captain immediately let them both in, as while they wouldn't get sick in the cold, standing wet in the wind was a dubious pleasure. "What is the reason for your visit this time?" he asked, already out of habit going for a warming tincture in such cold weather.