The next day. Back in the cave.
Roden entered the secret room wanting to talk to his younger brother, there are many things he wants to ask such as why and how he met the Crossbred? And how come he was not killed by the Crossbred?
These questions have been burning in his mind since yesterday.
"Jagu, I need to talk to you. I have some questions..." Roden sat on the edge of the bed.
"What is it that you want to ask, brother?" Jagger asked.
"Can you put that bottle first in the table over there?" Roden requested.
Jagger grinned. "Yes of course..." he placed the bottle gently in the wooden table.
Roden looked at his brother in the eyes. "Tell me how did you meet, the Crossbred? And how did your men died?"
