The bird gave a screech before it turned twice in the sky, getting ready to land. As it flapped its wings to descend, powerful wind accompanied it. It landed in front of the camp, so Arthur had to stroll toward the architect.
When he reached the man and got a better look, he could tell that his architect was anything but boring. The brown-skin man wore clothes of every color stacked on top of each other. However, that wasn't what grabbed Arthur's attention the most.
'A mohawk? No, his hair looks like... a tower. How much time did he spend on styling it that way?' Arthur was amused that such an interesting character was here.
"You call it a city, but this nothing but a camp!" The architect barked at Ma, who was receiving him. The two of them walked through the camp's several houses. "If you wanted to build houses, then you should have waited for me. So much wasted time..."
