Deart's Page
You come upon an odd, little place. There's a strange garden that looks like a miniature landscape, or rather, several. Behind it is a (surprisingly) average-sized house.
You focus on the patch of clover beside a tiny pond and a large bonsai. And what's this? A tiny tree fort in its bows! It looks like it was put together by a child. How charming!
"Hey! Hey!"
You turn your head to the voice, and you see a Lachkynd dog waving at you.
"My name's Deart! Like the things you throw, only with an 'e' in front of the 'a'!"
You begin to wonder if he ever speaks in anything other than a shout.
"And this is my part of the garden! Wanna see?"
