Early the next morning, the sun was already high...
But the sky still looked gloomy, and the sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick clouds to reach the ancient town of Transylvania, nestled among the mountains of Eastern Europe. It was bound to be another miserable, overcast day, surely?
Still, no matter how bad the weather was, the people of Transylvania had to carry on with their lives once day broke... So, in the faint light of dawn, they began going about their business along the filthy, muddy, dilapidated streets. Every now and then, passersby cast curious, puzzled glances toward the steps in front of the lord's castle.
They had noticed something strange and amusing:
On the steps in front of the little timber-and-stone castle belonging to their lady lord, Anna Villeris, the vampire hunter Van Helsing and his assistant Carl were staring resentfully at a certain little Yordle mage. The mage wore a robe that looked like armor, but his figure was also just a little... "plump."
"..."
"..."
If looks could kill, then that little mage, Veigar, had surely been killed countless times by the terrible glares from Van Helsing and his assistant Carl.
Unfortunately, when something had already happened and couldn't be undone, silently condemning each other with their glares was about all they could do. Any further complaints would be utterly futile.
"!!"
Σ(⊙?⊙`)?
"What are you looking at? What's so interesting? Have you never seen a chubby Yordle like me before?!"
?(ψ▼?▼)o
As it turned out, unless they were energy beings or had thick fur like the real Tibbers, even creatures wearing armor-like mage robes and well-concealed wizard hats—like the Yordle Veigar—were still afraid of being stung by thumb-thick wild bees of unknown species!
So, Tibbers, the bear spirit in a Yordle's body who had been the