Graven landed at Terros's place.
He saw Grandpa holding a mug, sitting under the shade of the tree, looking at the horizon above. He went to his side. "Grandpa, what are you thinking? You look preoccupied today," he asked and lowered himself on the wooden bench.
Terros looked at him and smiled. "Do you want some coffee, son?" he asked.
Graven shook his head. "Thanks, but I don't like drinking coffee today," he replied. "How are you? Anything new here?" he asked and roamed his eyes around the area.
"Nothing new, son. But I'm worried about something..." Terros replied.
"What is it, Grandpa?" Graven asked.
"I'm worried about your twin brother," Terros replied.
Graven's brows knitted together. "Why? Did you see him lately? What happened to my brother?" he asked worriedly.
Terros didn't reply right away.
