In the tranquil heart of the courtyard, bathed in the soft hues of dusk, the air held an almost tangible serenity. Tina's sudden proclamation, however, shattered the calm like a stone breaking the surface of a still pond. "Tomorrow, I'll be joining a formidable team tasked with assaulting a goblin nest. Please, stay home and wait for my return, son. It's imperative you don't wander off." Her voice, a complex tapestry of firmness interwoven with threads of concern, resonated in the open space, carrying the weight of unspoken fears and hidden resolve.
Dick, whose life had been a whirlwind of uncertainty, had only just begun to feel the comforting rhythm of their reunions. Three days of mornings illuminated by his mother's presence had started to feel like a newfound tradition, one that he had started to embrace, albeit reluctantly. But now, this unexpected declaration, this sudden disruption of their newly formed routine, left him puzzled and disoriented.