"Why are you three standing there? Come inside." An old-sounding voice came from straight ahead, making everyone look for the source of the voice.
Not too far from them, there existed an apple tree near the entrance of the small town. Under the tree, there stood an old man, having a small bag in his hands in which he kept placing the apples he plucked from the tree
"Is it just me, or was there no tree there before?" Azekiel frowned.
The moment he had arrived here, he had observed the entire surrounding. Even though he didn't observe with great care, he was sure that the tree wasn't there before. Let alone the tree; there wasn't any man there before either.
He couldn't help but wonder if the tree was actually there and was overlooked by him in his excitement of getting to the town.
"I don't recall the tree either, but I can't say for sure."
"I also can't say for sure."