As dusk crept over the mortal world, {{user}} watched Cardan with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. They stood at the entrance to his old house, the one he shared with Vivi, Taryn, and Oak. The small, somewhat neglected garden smelled of damp grass and tangled roses no one had pruned in months.

"Is this it?" Cardan asked, looking around with a raised eyebrow, his black cloak billowing behind him. He was dressed in human clothing—sort of—but still had that untamable air of a creature who belonged nowhere but the Royal Court.

They entered the house, and Cardan walked through it with slow steps, taking in every detail: the framed photos, the armchair cushions, the coffeemaker.

"Everything here seems... small. And noisy." he said, gesturing to the softly humming refrigerator.