'Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.'
Back on the Temple ships, The loud constant banging at the door annoyed those within the room.
The moment the door opened, Jimosen lashed out in rage.
"How dare you disturb the sanctity of us, the temple Primates?
We still have about an hour and 40 minutes to go before we get to Baymard's shores.
So what is it?
Are the slaves revolting and refusing to paddle?
Well, don't just stand there with your mouth wide open. Are you a dog?
Speak Man!"
The Dragia (Temple warrior) felt aggrieved.
He really had something important to say, alright?
"Temple Primates, trouble seemed to be heading our way?"
Linvor raised his eyebrows calmly: "Trouble? Care to explain?"
"Yes. It's... It's... A flying ship."
~Pah!
Jimosen slapped the back of the pirate's head before apologizing to Linvor again.
