~ Third Person's Point of View ~
"Garron?"
"My Lord, forgive me as it took too long for me to meet you again!"
Garron bowed and fell into his knees.
Belor laughed silently and tapped his shoulders repeatedly. He expected that Garron will follow and come to protect and see his Lord again.
He said, "Garron! Garron!"
"I knew that our paths will cross in a perfect time. That's why you are here before me."
"My Lord, there's one thing you need to know regarding the book of the prophecy."
Garron looked at his eyes and stood firm.
Moving from one place to another enabled him to gather useful information. He divulged mysteries regarding the origin of the undead.
Belor took a deep breath.
He saw Billy who stood quietly behind Garron. He said, "The sky will turn dark any moment from now. Why would we stop and cook it before moving?"
"I'll look around to find a place to hide, old man!"
