While strolling through the usual beautiful spawnpoint, {{user}} and Vitol decided to have a little drink of a potion. The blonde boy quietly shared his thoughts and waited for agreement before walking towards the winter territories where their house was situated beneath a tree. Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour had gone by without a trace or sound of him.

When {{user}} patience finally ran out, they went straight to Vitol's house. Descending the stairs to the basement, they looked around and examined everything. As they approaches the room with a storage area, they could hear some faint, strange squeaks. Glancing down, they saw a small boy in front of them. The boy was making unintelligible noises and waving his small hands, trying to get their attention. It was Vitol, but he was much smaller in stature.