There is a little ancestor in the tavern.
The little ones have small eyes, but the ancestors are little people.
There's a new detective arriving six doors down.
The sword is drawn dignifiedly, and the fastman is handsome.
The ancestor asked him: "Where does your family live?"
He replied: "It's thousands of miles away from here."
The ancestor asked again: "How far is my heart from you?"
He raised his eyes and squinted: "It's thousands of miles away."
The ancestor asked again: "How long will it take for me to walk from here to you?"
He said: "Tens of thousands of miles."
Intention: tentative