Hiding behind a stack of Vara Information Slips was the gruff man, extremely busy with the piling work, as one of those in charge of the logistics pertaining to the upcoming expedition.
It wasn't just that. He was also in charge of the defence of their territory in the absence of the Celestial Boar. There was just too much work to do here that he was simply stumped from exhaustion.
Knock!
A soft knock jolted him awake, causing his senses to haywire from a brutal sense of alarm, feeling suffocated for a moment, 'Ancestor?'
He hurriedly rushed to the door and opened it while taking on a humbled posture, only to be stunned by an individual who he hadn't expected, 'Garabuntara?'
'Why does he feel like the Ancestor?' He was stunned, subconsciously blurting out his wonder, "What did you do to become like this?"
"I need you to arrange an audience with the Ancestor, Grandfather." Torq expressed his intention curtly, "I need it to be done before evening."
