"V-Vads what now? Hoy, what ya mean by that?"
Another man cried in a second later, trembling his voice was too in bewilderment as his partner uttered something he didn't know—he didn't sign up to deal with something he didn't know about, demanding therefore for an answer… and yet his partner wasted time shaking in fear instead; his gaze was fixed and unfazed by his demand…
"Answer me goddamnit!"
…and out of the, blue his partner touched his forehead to the ground, as in… begging for mercy, "P-please, o great old sage, have mercy on me!"
The great old sage, Gaisa Gars, or so that was how the begging man called the young little girl standing before him in confusion—a young little girl with bluish-green feathers that thrived on the tips of her hair, and whose ears altered shaping into a wing-like,
