When approached formally about the rebuilding, the Shopkeeper nods and wanders to the back room. There's a loud scrape of wood and tarp against stone, and then wood. Somehow, he's hauling out an entire pack of lumber and stone bricks, from the back to out front.

When Elsword shows him where he wants to build, the Shopkeeper nods, and sets the supplies down where he's asked. And then he draws a circle in the ground with his foot, surrounding the area, before holding his gloved hand out.

There's a warm, swirling light- and then, where there were previously materials, there's a home. Like all things in the Grove, it feels familiar. When Elsword goes inside, he thinks he can faintly recall running through the hall as a child. One of the doorways is marked with two different sets of numbers- heights and ages. The latest on the left side is marked 16, the one on the right, 19.

There's a scrape on the door frame, like something clawed once broke through the front door.

There's indents of furniture that isn't there on the ground. The scent of flowers that were just placed in a vase, like a ghost's presence.

It feels empty. It feels full of love long lost.




It feels like home.