Zeno accepted the druid's invitation as he sat down in the seat woven from branches and roots and stared straight at his eyes.
The old man caressed his braided beard, and with his free hand, he tapped his forefinger twice on the wooden table. Then, a creature so tiny flew towards him.
With a size only a finger tall and transparent little wings on its back, it encircled the druid.
"Could you please make us some tea?" The old man asked, his voice filled with courtesy.
"Oh! And bring us some fruits as well. Anything will do," he added.
Upon receiving his request, the creature went away without leaving any trails. Then, the old man diverted his focus back to the silver-haired demon.
"Those fairies are so gentle, though quite mischievous sometimes," he uttered, smiling.
"Indeed, they are," Zeno agreed.
Then the demon let his body rest on the chair's back and placed his right leg over the other before adding another statement.
