"I've got to go now, Hurmot. My new Minokawa just finished talking with some Golden Condors."
"Wait! Jack--"
Before Hurmot had the chance to reply, the conversation was already cut short.
"Blast! Jack, at least make me an offer or bargain with me… Why must you force me to make such drastic decisions," the old man mumbled to himself in the privacy of his own office.
Hurmot sighed and looked around at the spacious room where he spent most of his waking hours. On the walls were many different decorations and awards, given to Hurmot by kings and nobles for all the contributions the Celestial Crane had given across Kartonia. Of the thirty-two nations of Modern Kartonia, more than twenty were represented along the walls of the office.
"Trodar… I've only visited and never stayed long…"
