"W-who are you? How did you get here?" Flita was alarmed as she hurriedly pulled out her blade, pointing it at Krune.
Before she could lash out at him, her grandfather spoke, chuckling a little. "I guess I really am becoming old. Even a young lad like you is calling this pile of bones a young man."
"Well, I'll leave it to you to judge my age." Krune shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Though, I came here to make a deal. Are you interested?"
"Huuuuh? Who the hell are you? Haven't you people robbed us enough already?" Flita screamed in anger as she pointed her blade at Krune, intending to attack him when she stopped all of a sudden, looking at the tiny fish-like creature that appeared beside Krune.
It only spanned the length of her palm and peacefully swam around him, looking serene. The moment she glanced at it, her mind calmed down automatically, causing her to feel at peace. She was surprised as she was able to think calmly right now.
