“That is quite the story you have there. Friends, I- Uhhhh- Don’t doubt your reliability or truthfulness. However, is there any sort of physical evidence you can provide?” asked the aged Elve, Saul.

Saul found himself sitting on a wooden block sat right next to a wooden table (Wobbling a bit too much for his liking, one of the legs being a good bit shorter than the others). Just a bit earlier he had made a great discovery, a secret boon; early waking of the aged. He had found himself waking earlier with each year added onto his life, despite the anxieties of age he found himself enjoying early waking. To rise in the dark, watching as light slowly began to trickle between the trees and into the sky. Just this very morning he had sat on this wooden block on this porch for an hour now, since the crack of dawn; nibbling on bits of stale bread and warm water. He had spent this time simply thinking, digesting the morning, which turned to thinking of how lucky he was to have these mornings to steel himself for his duties.

“Jorgens arm is not working!” Cried out Carrie.