"Are you done?" Asked Argus to Banuk, not daring to look again from that shameful appearance.
"I've worn my clothes! Young Master!" Banuk replied, with a tinge of embarrassment and annoyance.
'It wasn't my fault! You are the one who barged in here!' Banuk cried out internally.
Argus turned around to see that Banuk is now fully dressed in a chaleco vest and his Bahag.
"First thing's first... What do you think of Buwayans actually riding crocodiles! Wouldn't that make them real crocodile warriors?" Sporting a grin full of confidence, Argus beamed with a smile.
When Banuk heard what Argus told him, he was first confused. Then after confusion came to his realization, then he became elated!
'Are you kidding me? Isn't that what most of my warriors dreamed of!' Banuk gulped down his saliva as he thought.
Banuk had always wanted to have a horde of crocodile riders as his troops surrounding his sailing boats. Wouldn't that make them fiercer?
