"Lil Cloe, stay inside, don't come out. Whatever happens."
"sob…sob… but..."
The old man patted the not so little girl with a bitter smile on his face…
"Like I said just now, it will be ok..."
"Alright, I will do as you say grandpa, but you must take care of yourself…"
"Of course… I will be out in a few seconds sir…"
Having no choice but to treat these despicable bandits as some sort of librators and offering them what's within morale limits all in the hope that his little grandson will be able to get help, the old village chief tried to hold his anger in… If only… If only he didn't…
"Here you are, old fogey, why are you this late!"
"I'm sorry for being late sir, I will have them prepare the food right away…"
"What food, you know what we want the most now! Don't act retarded!"
"But! But! We already had an agreement!"
