One month later.
Elder Druid Doludo Moonscar stood outside his own front door, just like on countess mornings past, with sunlight nestled in the treetops and Magic Power filled with the scent of nature slapping against his face. Dew lingered on his messy, curly beard, bringing some long-lost tranquility to his somewhat hot-tempered mood. Ever since becoming a Berserker in Dreamland, Doludo couldn't help but be affected in his daily life. The frailty of his thin body nudged him subconsciously to train, and he inadvertently started toughening up his body, which to the Elves seemed perfectly ordinary. His lover, Falanel, humorously referred to his recent changes as a "midlife second growth spurt," and Doludo was grateful for Falanel's tolerance. She kept smiling, accepting the increasingly irritable him—a change that Doludo himself felt.
