Two days later.
It was late afternoon when Graven visited his friend Terros at his place in the forest.
He found him roasting chicken in the makeshift grilled stick made of sturdy wood under the shade of the Acacia tree.
"Old man... the delicious aroma of your roasted chicken makes me hungry!" he said, lowering himself on the wooden bench.
Terros looked at his visitor and smiled. "You just arrive in time! I finally have someone to share in eating this roasted chicken," he said.
Graven glanced at the bamboo house. "Your lady friend is not home?" he inquired.
"Yeah... she's on a journey..." Terros replied.
"Where?"
"Going to a faraway place to find the missing ingredients for her creation that would counter any concealing method that you are going to encounter in your endeavor while finding your wife and your missing lady friend," Terros answered.
Graven sighed. "If only I have other means and ways to find the missing women I won't trouble you, guys," he admitted shamefully.
