"What the heck is this?"
Oliver's jaw dropped as he looked at Zander's shack.
"Welcome to my shelter. Please, make yourselves comfortable." Zander said.
"Shelter, huh? I think calling it a shelter is a bit of an exaggeration" Oliver muttered under his breath.
"Did you say something?"
"Nothing. How long have you been living here?"
"Ermmm... six months, more or less."
Zander casually boiled some water and prepared a pot of tea. He then poured it into a few old cups before carrying them over to Oliver and Flora, who were quietly looking around the tiny shack with curious expressions.
Husk was currently lying outside the shack, saying that he couldn't stand the moldy smell inside.
Oliver raised the cup to take a sip, but after noticing the stains inside it, he merely pretended to drink while trying his best not to vomit.
Suddenly, a bird flew in from nearby and began circling above them.
"Zander! Idiot! Zander! Idiot!"
