In the morning, Angus had to leave his friend alone at his home as he needed to go to work in the market. Lucas insisted to help him in the market but Angus refused. He wanted to his friends to have a rest before he continued his hunting.
Last night, Lucas had determined himself to go hunting in north forest — the forest where Finch and Mosley resided. Angus had not objected nor agreed to his friend's decision. He was simply silent about it. After all it was not his business if his friend wanted to go there. He was not a child. He was not his son but he was his friend — an adult — who could take care of himself.
The day had just started but people were already bustling around in town. The rain had not poured yet. It was just the thick grey could hanging in the sky, threatening to pour down the rain into the land whenever it wanted.
