"Hmm, something's weird..." I muttered to myself while I crouched and fumbled over the pile of shields that were stacked inside the armory. Should I bring a shield, too? Or would it be a bother to carry one? Hmm...
"What's weird, little cub? Aren't you the weird one for muttering to yourself?" General Zhang who was also crouching beside me giggled while he rearranged the pile of shields that I had just ruined.
"The elf king. The news about his brother's death should've reached him by now," I sighed and turned my body to face him, "so then, why isn't he looking for us now? Doesn't he want his crest?"
"Who knows what's going on in his head. By the way, where did you put the heart?" General Zhang inquired.
"Oh, here, inside my bag." I answered as I took my backpack off and opened the zipper juuuuust small enough for my hand to go in without leaving any opening.
